Delta stood just outside Darrow's room, swaying slightly as he stared at the door. So long. It had been... too long. That made that difficult. But by that measure, putting it off any longer was unlikely too make it any easier. So with a heavy sigh, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
DG had actually been napping for once. Head cupped is mechanical hand and body relaxed on his bed, he had just drifted of into what could be classified as proper sleep. Truly, it was a rare sight.
And one, that didn’t last, as the knocking on door immediately awakened him. His cybernetic eye opened first, glowing dull red as it glanced at the door.
"It’s open." He called to his visitor. He didn’t want to get up today.
"There is nothing wrong." Nothing new, at least. "As you must have noticed, I am not entirely confident when it comes to my emotions and communicating them." He took a few small steps towards the other agent. His voice was calmer than he felt, his words more formal than they usually would be around Darrow. "It it’s why this has taken me so long, which I apologize for. But I have been feeling with increased certainty that it is, if not necessary, our most likely path to a desirable outcome."
The arching of DG's eyebrow swapped sides and the Greek agent inclined his head in the same direction slightly. Rarely was he ever confused, for he often tinkered with machines that offered no emotion, or spoke to the Director, who was pretty much universally calm. Emotions, however, were harder to grasp. It seemed to be a common theme with the majority of the Greek agents, from what he had observed, It was, however, especially pronounced in himself.
And, he supposed to an extent, Delta as well. So why...
"And you know I do not do riddles." DG shook his head, then offered in an oddly gentle voice, "Take your time if you have to, but I do not follow your meaning."









