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Glitch had swum for hours, chasing fish and insects and bubbles and sunbeams. Eventually, worn out and tired, he had swum to shore and curled up on the bank on the sun warmed pebbles, grumbling about his lack of coat until he fell asleep.

He woke up with Rennie shaking him, a scolding voice telling him he had to come in, he was all wet and dirty and needed a bath and clean clothes, and was she going to have to strap him in the chair.

Glitch reacted predictably.

He screamed at her, judo flipped her while sitting down, dove into the water, swam to a far edge and took off.

Rennie asked Cain to go find Glitch and bring him in before he froze or hurt himself.

Glitch had retreated to the rotunda, sitting on the seat and swinging himself back and forth, watching the sun setting on the lake. He was soaking wet again, but his trembling didn't seem to worry him at all.

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It's a good thing that the wriggling stops, because there's only so much a man can do to focus on keeping things platonic. But Glitch relaxes, sinks deeper into their embrace, and maybe that's okay.

"About time someone did, then."

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Glitch hums softly,

There's a knock on the door. "Mister Cain? Master Ambrose?" Rennie, probably with food.

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He pats Glitch's back. "Food. Let's get up, huh?"

To Rennie, "Just a second."

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"Sooner stay here than eat," Glitch grumbles and pouts.

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"Just minutes ago you asked if we'd eaten yet. I say we eat, then we can do whatever we want."

He pulls away, to look into Glitch's eyes. "Almost anything. You need to give your feet a rest."

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"I am a bit hungry..." He untangles himself and slides back up into the chair, folding himself up small to fit comfortably. "No dancing outside?"

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And Cain stands up, knees creaking like the old joints of some machine. "Maybe you can persuade me. Later."

One peck to his lips later, Cain's at the door to let Rennie in. "Much obliged, Rennie. Come in."

He's still not quite dry since helping Glitch with the bath, but if he doesn't mind, neither should anyone else.

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Glitch doesn't react in time to return it but beams at the kiss and bounces in his chair.

Rennie comes in with a tray with enough food for two. "Kitchen said you missed dinner and lunch, Mister Cain." The tray goes down.

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Cain shrugs, mouth working silently to somehow politely decline the offer for food. He doesn't come up with anything worthwhile to say, so he stops trying.

"I was busy. Thank you."

Doing whatever chores the kitchen staff needed, then chopping wood, and after the dip in the lake, losing himself in whatever distracting and physically exhausting thing what needed doing he could find... Talking to Jeb on farspeaker... It's been a busy day.

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"Bad, Wyatt. If you don't remember to eat, I can't do it for you! I can't do it for me." He bounces over though, grabbing a cup and inhaling. "Mm, muglug."

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He comes over, picking up his cup of soup, at which point his stomach decides to voice its opinion. Hunger pangs, his first, actual hunger pangs in days.

Smells good. He sips, and the familiarity of the flavours makes him smile. "I'd forgotten how good this is."

So what if you can't tell what's in it. It's filling, it's tasty, and it's inexpensive. Nothing like it.

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"There was a place used to give out muglug. Didn't even comment on the zip. Or at least, I don't think they did. I don't remember it..." He takes a deep drink, exhaling a puff of steam. "Hot."

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"I think I know that place," Cain comments with a note of wonder. "Central City, one of the back alleys facing the East gate?"

Come on, he seems to say, you know it's in there somewhere, dig it up!

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Glitch stops, trying hard to remember. "It... in the morning, it was cold and bright... Yes! East gate!" He waves his free hand. "There was a girl, she was a zipperhead too! But she couldn't remember why they took her marbles."

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"Yeah. They kept a low profile, didn't want any one of the bigwigs to be offended. The Tin Men left it alone, figured as long as they didn't break the law..."

He shrugs. "Spoke to the man in charge, once." Or so he thinks; he can remember it, faintly. "I don't think I've ever seen one so passionately defending the headcases. Said they had to eat too, and he had muglug to spare, and no one was gonna tell him otherwise. Not even a Tin Man patrolling the streets."

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"I don't remember much. I remember a headcase girl and them letting me sleep in their kitchen during winter one time." He remembers feeling the cold easing out of the metal zip.

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Cain swallows, walking over to take a seat in the armchair next to Glitch's with the need to be close. And yet, despite what happened in here just minutes ago (a lifetime ago), he didn't expect so little to have changed. The entire world should have been tipped on its side when they kissed, but everything seems the same. Nothing is like it was, but it's almost exactly the same.

"They were good people."

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"Mm." Glitch folds his legs up, resting his mug on his knees, long fingers laced around the cup to warm them. "They were. I wish I remembered them at all, but I don't. I remember they had a hundred and sixteen tiles on the wall between the door and the stove."

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"We should go there."

He blinks, as surprised by the offer as by the determination behind it. "When you're recovered, we'll go back. See if we can't find them."

He knows it's a long shot, with the Longcoats running rampant for so many years, but he can't make himself care. It's a place Glitch remembers, and that alone makes it worth visiting.

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Glitch smiles slightly, an Ambrose smile that's full of sadness and wisdom. "Sure. We can go back there." He doubts they're still there. He doubts if they're alive at all.

He looks at Cain and smiles brightly. "Hi there!"

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The smile on his face falters, but only for the fraction of a heartbeat it takes for him to counteract it. He's had a lot of practice over the weeks, months, of saying the wrong thing. Of changing tracks uphill.

"Evening, Sweetheart. How's the muglug?"

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"No one else calls me sweetheart," Glitch comments. "It's good, it's warm and it's thick and I don't feel hungry anymore." He looks to Cain. "Are you enjoying yours?"

Rennie watches silently, and learns.

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"They'd better not. It's the one thing that goes against my macho complex, I can't come up with something new. That is it."

He smiles, having another sip with an appreciative hum. "It's good. Better than I remembered it."

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"They're not allowed to. No one else is allowed to call me that." He wriggles his toes.

"It is good. I knew it was. All warm and filling."

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"I'll hold you to that, you know." He winks, but sobers soon enough. The muglug helps keeping him focused. It's not so much about mustering up a bit of courage, but rather a matter of subtlety.

Glitch's glitches are different these days, and he'd rather not cling to the past. But some habits just break hard.

"There's this place in Central City. Served a mean mug of lug. Didn't discriminate, either. Everyone's welcome." He huffs quietly. "Can't remember the name, though."