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She wasn't nervous, necessarily, but it had been a long time since Lily had been on a date. She went out and she danced, she had dinner with people she loved, spent time with people she slept with, but all the while -- even with Sawyer, she realized -- she'd never allowed anything to be called a date. It was easier that way. If she never called it a date, no one ever thought they were dating and while Lily definitely wasn't adverse to spending time with the same person over weeks or months or even years, she hadn't had a boyfriend or a girlfriend in a very long time and she mostly preferred it that way.

It made things easier.

But something about Delta was different. She doubted he'd ever assume they were dating without first making sure and although he still seemed to be finding his footing, Lily was sure if she explained things to him, he'd follow them easily.

So she wasn't nervous, but she also wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.

Given that it was her first date in a long time -- and his first date ever, according to him -- she'd made sure to keep things simple. She was dressed in jeans, a pair of black boots and a dark sweater under her jacket when she arrived at his place to pick him up. Pressing the buzzer at the front door, she waited, hands in her pockets, for him to answer.

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"I think I am." He gave her half a smile, somewhere between uncertain and amused; he knew enough to know that this wasn't how dates traditionally went. But a lot here wasn't traditional, so... If she was all right with it, he supposed there wasn't any reason for him to not be.

A soft meow from somewhere by his feet, and Eve wandered in between them, arching against one of his ankles and staring up at Lily with keen gold-green eyes.

"Eve, you can't go out there." He bent and scooped her up, holding her, purring, against his chest. "I try to keep her inside. Just a minute, I'll put her back in."

"She's cute," Lily said with a grin, reaching out to rub the cat's ears before Delta took her back inside. It didn't surprise her much to find that Delta owned a cat, if only because a large part of what she knew of him was that he'd protected a girl -- his daughter -- and that he'd felt rather lost without her around. It made sense that he'd tried to look after something else.

"I used to have a cat," she said. "In San Francisco. Well, she was my roommate's technically. My schedule is so strange, it's hard for me to keep a pet."

"I wanted one before I had Eleanor back," he said, turning to the door, bending and letting Eve hop down from his arms and back inside. "I wanted something to take care of. The way I used to, almost." He pulled the door shut, locked it, turned back to Lily again.

"I think it's what I'm best at." He gave Lily another faint smile. "Shall we go?"

"It feels good to do what you're best at," Lily answered, knowing well enough that she'd never be happy doing anything else. The threat of retirement was getting closer and she knew she could put it off for at least another few years as long as she avoided injury, but that wasn't always possible.

"Let's go," she agreed. "There's a gourmet burger place not far from here. I thought you might like to go there."

"That sounds good." He started toward the stairs, already feeling himself easing into a more comfortable place in his mind. This seemed simple enough. "I think I might even know the place you mean. Do we need to find a cab, or can we walk?"

"No, I think we can walk," Lily answered, taking his arm again, as she had before on their walk. Maybe it meant something different now, but she'd never worried about what things may or may not mean before, and she wasn't going to start now. "It's close enough and I like walking with you."

"I like walking with you, too." He smiled again when she took his arm, and it didn't really feel any more or less pleasant than it had before, but it did feel a little different now. Strangely. "And it's getting warmer. I barely remember spring from last year... Everything was still so new. It was like I couldn't take it all in."

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Lily wondered at that a little, the idea of everything being new and yet being aware enough to be able to experience it and remember it. Everything had been new to her at one point, but she couldn't remember any of that, had no idea how she might have reacted.

"It must be amazing in some ways, experiencing all these things for the first time," she said. "And hard in others."

"In some ways." He breathed out something that was a cousin to a laugh, a little too soft to really be one. "Not that I have anything else to compare it to."

For a moment his attention turned again to the feeling of her hand on his arm. Other things for the first time, as well.

"Sometimes I feel like my daughter knows so much more than I do."

"Maybe she does," Lily answered. "Maybe she can teach you." And she wouldn't be able to teach him everything, but there was certainly things she would be able to share. There were things Lily would be able to share with him, too, if he wanted her to, if he was interested.

"I'm sure you could find plenty of people who are happy to show things to you," she said, smiling over at him. She was sure there would be others who might treat him poorly because of it, but she hoped he wouldn't run into anyone like that.

"I think we're teaching each other. We... We always have. One way or another." In Rapture, what was important, what was possible.

"And since I got here, it seems like there have always been people showing me things. Happy to, like you said. A friend of mine taught me how to speak. Another one taught me how to protect a city instead of one person. And how to have friends at all."

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"Good," she said simply, saying nothing else at first. Lily was all too aware of how cruel people could be, aware of how cruel she could be without even meaning to, and she was glad that people here had helped him instead of taking advantage of him. It might have been due to his size, maybe people expected that they wouldn't be able to, that he might stop them, and she was glad for that, too.

"I'm glad someone taught you to speak," she added a moment later, teasing, her smile growing again. "A date might be a little difficult if we couldn't communicate."

He laughed softly, remembering those days again. The painful awkwardness, the determination to work through it, the sheer frustration. The sense, after, that if he had learned that much, he could learn anything.

"I did all right. I could write. It wasn't easy, but it worked most of the time."

"You could write, I could do all the talking," she said, laughing. "We would have made it work somehow." She had a feeling, even if he couldn't talk, they might have been here anyway. There was more to him that was interesting than just what he was saying.

"Here," she said, turning into the restaurant, pushing the door open with her free hand and then unhooking her arm from his gently to lead the way inside. "God, it smells like heaven in here."

He followed her inside, inhaling deeply the moment she spoke- and she was right. Broiling meat, rich and fragrant, edged with spices. It felt casual inside but not loud, not really like a bar, and he liked it instantly.

"Strange I was never here before now."

"I'm glad you haven't been," she said, moving through the tables toward one near the window. "I'm glad I could bring you somewhere new."

She'd only been here once herself, late one night after a long day at the studio, and she'd brought him here on purpose, avoiding anywhere too familiar. As she slid into one of the chairs, a waiter brought over menus and set them down on the table.

He glanced up at the waiter and gave him a brief smile as he sat down across from Lily. At the question of drinks he frowned for a moment and then simply ordered water; soda was usually too sweet, and alcohol...

No. Just no.

"Do you have any recommendations?" he asked her. "Is there anything I should consider?"

Lily ordered a beer for herself, then looked down at the menu, considering the options. "It depends on what you're looking for," she said, then leaned out of her seat a little to point at his menu. "If you want traditional, you can't really go wrong with their bacon cheeseburger. Simple, but based on what I had last time, I'm willing to bet it's amazing."

She turned the menu over and pointed to another option. "But if you want something a little more exciting, this is what I had last time. Pineapple, an egg, beets, bacon, cheese and some kind of amazing mayo. It's kind of huge and really messy, but it was so good."

"Exciting sounds good." Tonight was apparently already a night for new things, slightly strange things, so why not? And it did sound good. If deeply weird.

The server drifted back over with the beer and the water, and Delta ordered the exciting burger, feeling rather brave.

Lily grinned, fingertips brushing the back of his hand briefly before she looked at her own menu once more. After a few seconds of consideration, she ordered a blueberry barbeque burger, then handed both menus back to the waiter, who disappeared into the kitchen with their orders.

"So if exciting sounds good tonight, maybe I should have made bigger plans," she said, smiling at him over the lip of her glass before she took a sip of her beer.

The touch didn't exactly alarm him - none of hers had so far - but again it didn't feel like a normal touch, edged with layers of meaning, and...

He paused, taking an internal breath. Yes, he knew what this was. But there was a difference between knowing and actually being in the middle of it.

He didn't exactly want to get out of it.

"I think this might be exciting enough." He returned her smile, a little smaller. "Though, I suppose we don't have to stay here the whole evening."

"We can see how we feel after dinner," she said, leaving it at that. It was simpler and she knew this couldn't all be easy, dealing with new experiences constantly. It had to be overwhelming in a way.

"You know, this is the first date I've been on in a long time," she told him. "Years, probably." She didn't have to go into all the reasons why that was the case, but she didn't feel strange about sharing that. Anyone who spent much time with her knew she wasn't exactly the dating type.

"Really." He leaned forward slightly, cocking his head. "That seems strange." She was kind, approachable, had been friendly to him. She was... beautiful. From what he knew of the rationale that usually lay behind dates... "Seems strange to me, anyway."

"Work kept me busy a lot before I came here," she says. "It's hard to date when the only people you meet are other dancers and... well, there's usually a lot of competition there. It doesn't always make for the healthiest of relationships."

It hasn't always stopped her, of course, but it's been an obstacle now and then.

"Yes, well." He gave her another smile, this one faintly sardonic. "It's hard to date when you're grafted into a huge metal suit and you can't talk."

But her... He guessed he could see it, but it struck him as unfortunate. She should be able to. Like him, it should be a thing she could have if she wanted.

"But you have other friends? Other people you care about who are not dancers?"