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Glitch took the morning to go over the maps and listen to the instructions on how to get there. He had a written list even, and DG wrote "List in pocket" on his hand to make sure he didn't forget.

He set out at eleven to get there by twelve thirty. One of the maids was conscripted to tail him at a discreet distance to make sure he didn't get too lost, and to put him back on track if he wasn't going to get there in time.

The instructions were fairly basic. Out the gate. Down the main road to the second major intersection. Go East until you see the big tin star sign.

It was marked and signposted.

At twelve twenty, the maid led Glitch out of petstore where he had managed to get distracted from what he as doing and took him back to the police headquarters, pointing it out to him and gently pushing him in the right direction.

At twelve thirty five, Glitch came in, navigating through the crowds of shouting people and trying to peek over to them to see if Wyatt's around. "Cain?"

Someone pushes him aside. "Citizens before headcases!"

"Watch it, that's Adviser Ambrose from the palace," someone else hisses. "The Queen's personal adviser."

"Master Ambrose?" Someone else says. "From the paper?"

Glitch wasn't sure what was worse. Being an anonymous headcase or a well known one. "Cain!"

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"He was a plagiarist, a fraud and ignorant." Glitch is completely unaware of the conversation hop that just happened, pressing on blindly. "He also used to penalise me in his classes for contradicting him."

"That doesn't sound like good teaching to me." He frowns, remembering faint little slips of aggravated conversations about teachers. Everyone's had one of those horrid people who shouldn't be teaching anyone about anything, in at least one class.

"So what, he had enough influence for people to ignore his plagiarizing other scientists?"

"He tried to pass off one of my papers as his own research. People said it was just old age and slipping mind and the like. Evil, old sod." He scowls.

He looks out the window, brushing his curls back again.

He hides his smile behind another sip of water, not too secretly proud, because he can imagine pretty well how things went down.

"But you fought him tooth and nail, didn't you."

"I got him fired. Sorry, encouraged into retirement. I taught him not to pick on the students." He looks smug and eats more of his roll. "I saw some cake in the cabinet we should try."

"Apology accepted." He grins, deciding against making a comment about his frail political sensibilities. The patrons are having a hard time figuring them out as it is without Wyatt giving them a run for their money.

"As long as it isn't marzipan, I'm all for cake." But first, food. Not that there's many bites left of his sandwich, but he's trying to keep pace with Glitch.

"It looks light. Sponge and cream and something else." He finishes off his roll; between student years, work and surviving, he eats fast.

He starts back on his tea. "How long until you need to go back?"

He checks his pocket watch, puts it back in his pocket. "About thirty minutes. I have time for cake and a walk back to the station. Unless you'd like me to follow you home?"

Not that anyone will dare say much if he's running a few minutes late, he works enough overtime already as it is.

"No, I can make my own way back. Eventually." He smiles. "I'll get there eventually. I need to learn it on my own. I'll remember it eventually."

I'm going to get us some cake, okay?"

"Sure. One day at a time." He nods, throwing the last bit of sandwich into his mouth. "Go ahead. And a coffee for me, would you?"

"We can share a piece of cake?" Glitch has troubles with large meals. He wanders up to the counter, ordering a coffee for Wyatt, another tea for him and the slice of bee sting cake.

"I'd like that," says Wyatt with a smile, and watches silently as his partner gets them their treats.

"We should come back here." Not just for the good food, but for the good people that work here. It's a quiet, peaceful little place. It's perfect.

They don't short change him again, which he likes. He goes to take the tray and the girl waves him off, bringing it over and putting down their order, packing up the used plates and cups with a smile before moving off.

"I like them here. They don't shortchange me." And they were discreet enough to carry the tray when it was Glitch alone up there, and he was likely to drop it.

Wyatt notices, and smiles back at the young woman. "Not to mention they provide excellent service in other areas as well."

He picks up one of the dessert forks, takes a small wedge out of it closest to the edge. He's more of a crust man than one for fillings, in any case. He's silent for a moment, wondering if he should somehow strive for a balance. He brought up Adora, why not...?

"You know when I started seeing you through a different light, Glitch?"

Glitch is busy breaking off some cake when Wyatt speaks, looking up with a slightly lost gaze before tuning in to what's going on.

"When we went to Central City? The lighting was pretty different there compared to out East."

...through a different? In a different light, perhaps is more aptly put, but never mind that.

"Metaphorically speaking." Munch munch.

And the way the sponge melts on his tongue to the buttery custard filling, Wyatt's temporarily elevated somewhere way up high, where the skies are blue and itty bitty birds fly-- He'd forgotten how good sweets can be.

"We'd been welcomed into the home of two Resistance members. DG asked you and Raw to explain something... We saw you, Ambrose, hurrying cross country to see Her Majesty the Queen. It wasn't until then that it hit home what kind of man you were. Still are."

Glitch pauses, lips parted and gaze shifting elsewhere to look off into the distance. "General Lonot had defected. Our most loyal general, and he handed the Northern front to Her Highness."

His voice is soft, the inflection more careful. "She was coming for the plans for the Sun Seeder, but I had already destroyed them. There was only one copy left." He looks to Cain, the same look he had given Her Majesty in that mirror image. He taps his temple.

He blinks and Glitch smiles slightly. "Hi there. What were we talking about?"

"Love. The sacrifices we make for the people we love." He smiles, but it's small by comparison to the way he usually does. He finds himself moved all over again.

He scoots his chair over, just wanting to be side to side.

"Oh. That sounds a bit sad, really." But he brightens when Wyatt moves closer, snuggling in against him, head going down to his shoulder. "Hi there, handsome."

He drags the plate closer, so it sits right between them, then drags his cup on over as well. "Maybe a bit sobering, that's all." He presses a kiss to Glitch's forehead, unintentionally cementing what everyone in there already knew, or thought they did.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Yeah... sobering is a good word. I can't remember the last time I got drunk, you know." Drunk Glitch is vaguely frightening thought.

He leans into the kiss and breaks off more cake.

His free arm slides casually along the backrest of the chair; another silent statement that needs no articulation. Wyatt's got his back. That's just the way it is.

"I'm not holding your hair, Glitch."

"My hair has never been long enough to warrant holding back," Glitch retorts. He leans in a bit more. "Can we do this every day?"

"That's details." Details, as in his hair still being much longer than Wyatt's.

"Of course we can." He sips his coffee. Good, strong coffee, just the way he likes it. "I was under the impression that was the general idea."

"Was it?" If it was, he's already forgotten. "That sounds really nice. We should do that."

He sips his new tea again.