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Glitch wasn't entirely ready for this, but he didn't think he ever was going to be. You didn't get ready for someone doing a reinstalling transplant of your brain back into your head when you couldn't even actually remember having it taken out in the first place.

They had him dressed in a loose, open necked and shapeless shirt with similarly matched trousers, the theory being that he'd feel more comfortable and relaxed in calming clothes. And he knew that Wyatt and DG were outside the door, well, Wyatt, DG had been pale and struggling and she might have gone now that he was walking into the surgery and being helped to lie down.

"Just lie down, Ambrose, and we'll get you nicely under. You won't feel anything."

He lay down, a nurse looked at him with warm eyes as she stroked his forehead and hair, checking for signs of trouble along the zip. The doctor nodded, white lights being turned on and the mask over his lower face.

Glitch felt his heart start racing.

"All right now, Ambrose. Just count back from a hundred, ninety-nine-"

Glitch remembered nothing more. Certainly not flipping to his feet and off the table and definitely not barreling out of the surgery doors, through the waiting area and out of the hospital entirely at a flat sprint that he never would have credited himself as being able to do.

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The periodic table. Cain nods with approval. Good nurse, that one.

"I have no idea. Seemed like you knew how, though," he says, pausing to scratch his cheek. Time to shave again.

"Not as if you've pretended to play in front of the mirror. Like you actually knew it. Muscle memory."

Haven't they had this conversation before?

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"Huh. Maybe I do. I don't remember knowing how to play the piano. I knew how to hotwire a car though. And strip and rebuild an engine." He sighs and closes his eyes, then reaches blindly for his drink again.

"At least I know who you and the princess are this time."

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He chuckles - the sound is enough to startle even him in the silence of the room. How to hot wire cars. How to strip and rebuild engines... No, neither of those quite fit with Cain's picture of either Ambrose or Glitch. But somehow, they seem just perfect. Everyone should have their quirks.

"...you know, Glitch?"

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Hot wiring a car is just an extension of stripping and rebuiling engines. Tiny mechanisms involved in a greater whole.

"Hm?" He looks up to Cain. "What?"

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Makes sense, even if Cain will always associate crime with the first.

"I think I'm gonna miss calling you Sweetheart every time your synapses go misfiring."

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"You don't have to wait for me to glitch to call me 'sweetheart', Tin man." Glitch smiles slightly. "And I'm still going to glitch and stuff. Just, hopefully not so bad that I cna't stop it and go off and forget who I am and who everyone near and dear is."