Glitch's hand is a warm, solid presence, a shield against the void that threatens to swallow him whole even now. He bites the inside of his lip, shaking his head at Glitch's observation. He's right. He's very nearly always right, and that's both good and bad, because now it's out there and Wyatt doesn't know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

"I'm so scared," he confesses in the hushed tones of dirty secrets revealed.

"I don't..." No go again, it seems, but he pushes on this time, strengthened by the touch of his friend's hand. He turns his own hand palm up, fingers closing around and twining with Glitch's fingers. "I don't want to forget."