Ficlet: The Reliability of the Source Title: The Reliability of the Source Author:r_grayjoy Characters: Glitch, Raw (Glitch/Cain) Rating: disturbingly tame Word Count: 335 Author's Notes: Inspired by the "Information" drabble prompt. I can't seem to write a drabble lately to save my life, but I thought I'd go ahead and post this silly ficlet as a consolation prize.
The Reliability of the Source
When Raw stepped out onto the balcony, Glitch was standing with his elbows on the balustrade and his chin in his hand, gazing out at the Frozen Sea glumly. "Ambrose," Raw said as he approached.
"Hmm?" Glitch straightened and turned his head suddenly, apparently startled out of his morose thoughts. "Oh, hi Raw."
Coming to a stop beside Glitch, Raw asked, "Something wrong?"
For a moment, Glitch looked at Raw as though he might tell him what was on his mind. Then he shook his head, slumped forward onto his elbows again, and said, "It's nothing."
It was so obviously not 'nothing' that Raw nearly laughed. Instead, he placed one hand on Glitch's shoulder and said, "You care for him."
Glitch looked up at Raw again in surprise, but quickly seemed to decide that denial was a pointless tactic when speaking with a Viewer. Which, of course, it was. "Yeah, but it doesn't matter. He--"
"He cares for you too."
Glitch's face scrunched up in a peculiar expression as he processed this information. "Really?" he asked.
Raw nodded.
"You're sure?" Glitch asked again.
Raw fixed him with an incredulous look.
"Right. Of course you're sure." Bringing his fingers to his lips, Glitch began to pace back and forth across the balcony while mumbling to himself.
For a man with half a brain, Glitch thought entirely too much. Raw stopped his aimless pacing by stepping in front of him. "Go to him," Raw said, managing not to roll his eyes.
A mischievous grin slowly spread across Glitch's features. "Okay. Okay!" With that, Glitch darted through the doors leading back into the palace and disappeared. Raw crossed his arms, leaned back against the balustrade, and waited. A few seconds later, Glitch reappeared on the balcony. "Where is he, exactly?"
"His chambers. Seventh floor, turn left, end of hall," Raw supplied.
"Thank you," Glitch said, then dashed off again.
Smiling, Raw shook his head. He wasn't certain whether he should feel happiness for Cain, or pity.