"Sure," York says, abandoning the idea of the two of them hanging out at all. Who would want to hang out with such a wet blanket, anyway? "So I guess that means we're going to be on the training floor at—" He quickly checks the schedule. "—1400 hours tomorrow. See you then."
"Calibrations," Delta answers immediately. "Basically, they will hold cards up in your blind spot while I'm in the room. You'll tell them what is on the card."
"Do not come in with that expectation. I believe you will be quite surprised," Delta answers, unable to help the proud smile he wore. He was very good with this part of the training. And surely he would impress his future partner.
But to think it was a one time test was silly. It was a standard starting calibration practice.
Of course he's excited. He's been working on this. And there may be a chip in his head that gave positive feedback for successes. Listen, there is a LOT of questionable things going on, and Delta doesn't even know it.
Success pleases him, so he's happy to work for it.
With that their meeting is over. York goes to dinner, dismissing the whole idea of ever ending up eating a meal with his partner. It's too bad, in his mind, that Delta was so unwilling to give it a try. But he wasn't going to force the issue.
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"Oh...oh, yeah, I see that now. Do you know what that's for?"
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But to think it was a one time test was silly. It was a standard starting calibration practice.
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"All right, guy, I'll keep an open mind."
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Success pleases him, so he's happy to work for it.
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