A/N: Wow, Delta's hard to write. Don't get me wrong, I like him, but I find it very hard to write him.
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Words as Feelings
February 6th, Paralogize
1. To draw conclusions that do not follow logically from a given set of assumptions.
Delta didn't get humans.
They were always so irrational, letting their emotions interfere with their more logical thoughts. Case in point, York's restless pacing and worrying really did not need to be occurring, but it was. "Agent York, I find it hard to believe that Agent Carolina would lie to you on a matter such as this," he said patiently.
"No, she would. If it was to spare my feelings, she definitely would," he muttered back, not even losing a step in his pacing. "The question is what would she be hiding?"
"You are over-thinking the matter. She only said that she would be returning from her mission slightly later than anticipated. Any number of delays could have caused this."
"That's exactly the problem!" York groaned. "What if she got lost? What if she got hurt? What if she got pinned down by enemy soldiers? She's too stubborn to call for back-up if she thinks she can handle it!"
Delta didn't bother trying to explain to York that all of these outcomes had a very miniscule chance of occurring; he was too wrapped up in his own worry to notice. He really had difficulty comprehending the point of emotions in situations like this; they only got in the way.
Eventually, a text arrived from Carolina letting York know that she was back. He bolted to the Pelican bay to meet up with her, all the while ignoring Delta's little 'I told you so's. She looked fine, but he really couldn't be too sure. "You're okay! Wait, are you? Did you get shot?! Fall off a cliff?! Explode?!"
"York, calm down! Take a breath before you pass out. I'm fine; I just needed to make a quick stop on my way back," she explained. Delta felt a little smug knowing he'd been right, which York picked up on and subsequently ignored. She handed York a small bottle he hadn't noticed she'd been carrying, which confused him a little.
"It's some eye drops I picked up at a pharmacy. Your eye still hurts at night, right? These should help you feel a little better. Sorry I didn't say anything, but I wanted to surprise you. But, really, York, you didn't need to get so panicked. If I was in trouble, you'd be the first person I'd call."
York just sighed, relieved that she was okay, and ignoring Delta telling him that he really shouldn't have worried in the first place. It just wasn't logical.
Just part of what makes us human, D.