S.P.F.L.A.S.L.B. (or Renegade Long Coats & Wild Papays)

The battle against the witch had been hard, but the real work began the moment the suns came out and the celebrations of the witch’s defeat had ended.

Wyatt sighed heavily as he sat down for lunch in the dinning hall of the Witch’s tower. “I hate politics,” he muttered tiredly as he began stabbing the food on his plate. The morning after the raid on the dark tower and the witch was defeated, everyone had gathered in the library and it had been nothing but arguments.

What were they going to do about Azkadellia and DG? When was Glitch going to get his brain back? Apparently they needed Ambrose in order to start fixing things and couldn’t let the man be. He’d been quiet when that topic came up and Wyatt had watched him scrutinizingly. Glitch had left quickly after that and Wyatt wondered what was wrong. All he’d heard about the whole time they had been traveling was how he wanted to get his marbles back. Now, if he had to hazard a guess, he would say Glitch had changed his mind. Wyatt sighed in heavily in frustration and tossed his fork down with a clatter.

“Cain?” a soft voice sounded behind him, making him start slightly and he turned, arching a blond brow in question to see Glitch standing in the doorway.

Glitch entered the room slowly; his manner rather timid and Wyatt wondered what was on his mind.

“C-can we talk?” Glitch asked and Wyatt motioned to the chair next to him with a nod. Wyatt arched a brow when Glitch swallowed and shook his head. “I…” he began softly. “I don’t want to talk here,” he explained. “Would you mind taking a walk with me?”

Wyatt pushed his chair back with a scrape of wood on stone as he threw his napkin down on his plate. “No, I don’t mind,” he said standing up. “I was done here anyway.”

Glitch gave him a faint smile and turned, heading outside. He sighed heavily looking around at the desolate landscape and Wyatt waited, knowing he would talk when he was ready. It was odd, the thought flit through his mind, that he would come to know this man’s quirks in such a short amount of time. Seven days; seven days since the day they had met when this man had set him free from his iron prison along with the princess. It was rare that he was so quiet, and it was usually only when there was something seriously wrong.

“I… I don’t think I can do it, Cain,” Glitch said softly and Wyatt looked up to see the man staring out into the distance. He turned to look at Wyatt as he continued, “I’m scared really; I… I feel something, a nice, strong feeling for someone important to me and I’m scared.”

Wyatt arched a brow, looking at the pale man before him. He’d told the man once that heart had nothing to do with helping them. He wasn’t a man to really talk about emotions, and he wondered why Glitch was talking to him about it now. Sighing at seeing how pale his friend was, and how truly afraid he looked, Wyatt asked, “Why are you scared, Glitch? What are you afraid of?”

Glitch swallowed and stepped closer to him, almost invading his personal space, looking at him with large dark eyes, eyes that didn’t hold the light of hope in them, but rather the darkness of despair. He licked his lips, his bubble gum tongue darting out to lick slightly darker lips. “I know the surgery is dangerous,” he said quietly. “No one’s ever rebrained anyone before, but I’m not afraid of dying, Cain.”

Wyatt looked at him in confusion. When he’d been in the library watching the man, he was sure that had been why he was so quiet. “You’re not?” he asked his voice dead pan and filled with doubt and Glitch shook his head.

“No,” he confirmed. “I’m not.”

“Then what are you afraid of, Glitch?” Wyatt asked.

Glitch swallowed, keeping his eyes on the horizon as they walked. “I… I’m afraid to tell them how I feel,” he said quietly. “What if I do and then I don’t feel the same after getting my brain back? What if they don’t feel the same?” He paused and sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do…” he whined softly.

Wyatt couldn’t help the soft chuckle and smiled that escaped him over the thought of Glitch coming to him with matters of the heart. Surely Raw would have been a better choice. He hummed softly, seriously thinking about Glitch’s questions. Exhaling heavily after a moment, he looked up. “Well, Glitch,” he replied. “It’s always a gamble in revealing your feelings for someone, especially the first time and when you don’t know how they feel.”