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Who: Delta and Jack Ryan.
Where The woods.
When: During the event. Late night.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Everyone's tired. :l
the Story:

This event was worrisome. Delta was absolutely and utterly exhausted, but every time he tried to relax the phantom explosions woke him up. His mental faculties were about as sharp as a buttrknife at the moment. Maybe going for a walk would help him clear his head.

He opened the door to his room and left. Delta virtually had to move a swarm of kittens away from the door's opening before he exited. A half empty pack of cigarettes was in his right hand along with his PDA. His rivet gun was also slung on his back as usual.

Delta wandered down onto the main floor and exited the mansion. He then meandered into the woods. Not many people would be up at this hour, but just in case he moved a bit further into the forest before settling down on a tree trunk. He put the cigarettes and the comm's device on the log.

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Delta tensed visibly. Jack noticed the cigarettes? He glanced towards the half empty pack. Yes, he wanted a cig.

He moved away and picked his PDA up again.

I

Delta deleted that letter quickly.

You've already seen me once.

This was true.

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"Yeah, but I know you don't like it."

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Jack was so considerate. It made a slight smile break out on his face.

Thank you.

I know it's silly to be sensitive about it. Sorry.

Delta put his comms device down on the nearby log and grabbed his cigarette pack instead. He planned on moving further away from Jack and the dog. It was stupid for him to be insecure, but he couldn't help it.

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"It's not silly," he says simply, and turns away, putting Celeste in his lap.

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Delta moves a bit further into the woods and unlatches his helm. A faint hiss of pressurized air was heard as he slumps his helmet forward. The air feels odd on his skin, as usual.

He takes a cigarette from the pack and activates his Incinerate again with a flash of warm light. He lights the tip and brings the cig to his mouth. Delta takes a sharp drag happily.

Of course, everyone smokes in Rapture.