"Glitch... You're standing on my boot." Cain glared at the zipper head while being overly protective of his fourth favorite possession. The second and third was a close tie between pistol and hat. His hat won.
"Nope." Glitch didn't budge.
Cain continued to glare at Glitch as his eyes darted between the boot and the dark haired man.
"S'not your boot."
"I think I'd know if you were standing on my boot."
"And I think I'd know if I were standing on your boot a little better than you." Glitch nodded in absolute agreement with himself.
"That doesn't even make sense." Of course, logic isn't something to discuss with a head case.
Glitch's eyes glazed over as he paused the conversation, only to clear up with a new found exuberance.
"... Cain? Was I saying something?"
"Get off my boot!"
"Oh," Glitch peered down, "It isn't your boot."
"Dear gods. Yes, yes it is," Cain hissed.
"No, no it isn't. You kicked yours off somewhere around the table over there. This is a renegade boot. From... well I don't know, but it isn't yours." Glitch pointed towards the pair of boots near the door. It appeared that he was correct, at least about the boot not being Cain's.
All be wary of the renegade boots, Cain thought with amusement.
"Glitch, get back in bed. I bet you don't even know why you were wandering around in the first place. I sure as hell don't."
Glitch easily complied and crawled back into the bed, curling up like a kitten (and oddly enough, purring like one as well) into Cain's chest. Cain gave a barely noticeable smile as he thought that he could manage just fine if his boots, his pistol, even his beloved hat disappeared, as long as he could keep hold of the man in his arms, his one most favorite thing.