The trembling hands bring a lump to his throat, but the soft kiss is like a balm that he finds himself sagging into. He knows how crippling such loss can be, and his heart goes out for his dear, dear friend in his time of need.

Tucking his head against Glitch's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist in a brief but firm hug, he nods. "I would love to," he says, with not even the slightest guile.

"If you bring the tray, I'll see to the rest."