The first time DG held his hand, they were running. Glitch couldn't remember what from, only that the moment her slender fingers wrapped around his, the threat behind them became miniscule to the feeling that had welled up in his chest. It was a feeling so large his poor half-brain couldn't comprehend. Glitch just knew that he felt invincible. Whatever was behind him, he could handle, munchkins, mobats, or longcoats, they posed no threat to him, only because DG was holding his hand
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The last time DG held Glitch's hand was just before he was about to go under the knife to restore his mind. She stood beside him as the alchemists strapped him to the table, the memories of the last time he was there filling his half-mind with panic. He tried to calm his nerves, but couldn't help the fear that was gripping his chest. Then DG reached one hand down, curling her fingers over his, her other hand running gently over his hair, his zipper, her eyes calm and serene as she gazed into his. Quickly he found his fears dying, replaced with the knowledge that DG was there for him then and would be when he came out
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