Pictures in Red and Blue [Delta/Niner]
Delta walked briskly down the halls of the Mother of Invention, his face a mask of cold rage. The people he passed had the sense to leave him alone, which was good because he didn't know how he would react to any kind of provocation.
He had tried so hard to be understanding of their conflict, but he wasn't able to stay neutral anymore. He knew his partner wasn't perfect, but even after York had hit him he couldn't find it in himself to hold a grudge. If he couldn't rely on York's friendship, his loyalty... he wouldn't have anything. Maybe he was blinding himself, but he was too overwhelmed with emotion to deal with that right now.
He hadn't been going anywhere in particular, just trying to get away from everything that had happened, but he found himself standing in one of the hangars, his hands shaking from fear and anger, and he wasn't even sure how to move.