At the giggling Glitch cracks his eyes open to give Bagoas a sideways glance, the smile hitching upward a fraction. His fingers curl, returning the squeeze, and he shakes his head with one of those little chuckles of his.

"Likewise," he remarks. "And you know I'm easily distracted, or easily focused on one thing and then I miss the big picture."

A frequent occurrence for him, really, missing out on what's in front of him because he's worried about that thing over there, or assuming the thing in front of him isn't really there. But the garden is definitely there, and Bagoas and his hands and his laugh are there and it's a balm for his nerves. His thumb strays absently over his friend's hand, inquisitive.

"We can talk now, if you'd like."