Glenn holds onto him firmly, thoughts muddled. How strange-- did Thrawn always smell this sharply?

"...Okay."

The bed is large compared to his small body, and once Thrawn nears the bed again, Glenn reaches out again to grab his tunic, without thinking, brow furrowing.

"Um..."

His mouth works for a few seconds before he manages the actual words. His gaze drifts in and out of focus. Slowly, his body heat rises.

"Could you.. stay, just a little bit? I'm-- a little scared, with everything looking so wobbly, and.. mom's usually too busy, even when she's home."