Wyatt swallows tightly, walking closer with his hands handing at his side, limp and useless; he can't feel his arms. For a split second, his head feels as though dunked in ice water, as if air fills his chest and his mouth and his head and it's too much.

He thinks he needs to sit down, but he can do that once he knows Glitch is safe, once Ambrose is in his arms and breathing and his heart's beating into his ear and he's safe, not a ghost, alive and going to be better.

He stumbles closer, bright blue eyes staring.