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Glitch slept in late, not remembering Wyatt waking him before he left and instead retiring out to the rotunda with some books for the day. He sat on the swing, luckily having found the one where they had found DG swinging, not having to race back through the maze.

He read quietly through old books, books he had penned during his academic years. It was familiar, but he couldn't remember writing them.

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Ambrose ushers everyone inside, strictly instructing staff back to their jobs and that annoying woman to go find something better to do than annoy him over 'malfunctions' and 'serious physiological disturbances'.

He doesn't go back out for a long time. He lets the two of them have peace and quiet and makes sure no one else is silly or insensitive enough to go and disturb them.

Eventually, eventually, he moves his chair from in front of the door, drops what he's been working on in his pocket and peeks out. Deciding it's all right, he walks over, footsteps soft enough not to intrude, clear enough to be heard. "Are you both all right," he asked quietly.

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"No."

Wyatt sighs, turning his head to look up - and everything about the other man tells him it's Ambrose looking out from the depths of those dark eyes. "But we will be. Thank you."

Jeb's hands are still curled like claws in his shirt, one at his chest, one around his back, but Wyatt doesn't mind. He knows the feeling, knows exactly how bad you feel when you want to help someone so much, and you can't. He knows what it feels like to have control ripped out of your hands.

"Just...reliving the worst day of our lives." He'll take Jeb to his room the moment he can breathe all right again.

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Ambrose nods silently, not really sure what to do for a long moment. "I'll have the staff heat his room and bed up and the basin filled for when you get inside."

Ambrose is practical. Hopefully he'll remember long enough to actually deliver his instructions to the staff. "I'll be in my room if you require anything, Mister Cain."

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He's a practical man, and Cain could kiss him right this moment, if he just...wasn't Ambrose. He nods, cheek pressed to the top of his son's head.

"Thank you, Advisor." He pauses, hesitates, wondering how to say that he won't require anything, and that he'll stay with Jeb tonight, without sounding like an ass.

"If... If you want to have dinner with us, feel free."

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"Just Ambrose, please." He bows his head. "I think... maybe you could do with time with Glitch. And in honesty, I am very tired."

Glitching like that was exhausting.

"Thank you, but no thank you. I think I will retire for the night."

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"Then you'd better start calling me Wyatt." He looks up, eyes bright and earnest. "Get some rest. I'll see you when I see you. I just thought you should know I appreciate--" your taking care of things? Ushering the eyes and ears out of range? "Your help."

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"Wyatt." He'll be calling him Mister Cain again by tomorrow, having forgotten they had this conversation. "You're quite welcome. I only did what seemed decent."

He takes a step back. "Good night, Wyatt."

He turns on his heel, almost trips over his own foot and walks off with as much dignity as he can muster.