He hangs there in the moment and then Bagoas approaches and Glitch takes a deep, relieved breath. Gods--

And there are words, and the sweet press of lips to his knuckles and he can't keep the tremble from his fingers any longer. So it's with a little shaking that he carefully unfolded his hands from his friends' grasp and settled them against his jaw, fingers brushing ears under soft hair.

"Thank you," Glitch says, and places a kiss on Bagoas' brow, tender and needy and he drops his head a bit. Breathes.

"I wanna go and sit in the shade, and talk, and listen, and eat berries and...Bagoas, can we do that? Let's do that."