Honour, maybe. Victory? Quite the opposite, but the (fractured) fullness of that tale can be saved for another time and place. For now Glitch places a hand on Bagoas' shoulder, tilts his head, and smiles.

"I'm sure we could, and will," he replies, thumb drifting across skin of its own volition. "And though you have driven me to complete distraction--" And continues to do so because the fingers in his hair thing is crossing a line into a massive demonstration of trust. "We should do the swimming thing too. Which is also survivaly."