There's no way for Glitch to stop himself from covering his friend's hand with his own, fingers carefully curling for a moment before relaxing and just being there. He looks over and up, tyring to decide how that sentence ends.

I don't want you to go is too obvious, and as has been established Glitch is the word-waster. To be next as well, there's no reason...which brings him to a conclusion.

"You don't want to leave," he surmises quietly, his tone impassive.