That fear is familiar and tangible and terrible and Glitch quietly draws a breath through his teeth, focusing all his attention on his friend. He squeezes those fingers maybe a little tighter than necessary and leans in a bit, offering what little refuge he can.

Yeah, forgetting's a fear but for so long it has also been a reality, and at some point Glitch even turned it into an asset. Forgetting has protected him, and a large part of the trauma of getting a working mind back was remembering and adapting to that. None of this matters, he'd told the Witch/DG an annual ago, and for a while he'd let a cold, objective part of himself believe that. Now he's caught in between, head and heart locked in an endless dance around whatever the truth is.

It's the season still, the one of horrors sliding slowly into the one of regrets, and Glitch finds himself daring to invoke one of his greatest ones.

"DG told me," he begins carefully, because he wants the right words and because it still hurts and it will always hurt. "Over and over again she said to make the most of this place, to jump at every day and live it. No regrets, no--"

Breathe.

"She didn't want to forget either, and always refused to believe she would. And maybe...we don't know." He brings his other hand around to settle on Cain's wrist, covering the bracelet. "In any case I'm not letting you go, and if I'm not going anywhere then that's that."

See? He can be irrationally stubborn too.