Arlekin always grabs Piero's sleeve. It's their thing. But one night, Piero wakes up from a nightmare — silent, shaking, barely breathing — and reaches for Arlekin's sleeve. Except Arlekin isn't wearing his tunic. He's just in his undershirt. No sleeve to grab. Piero's hand hovers in the air. Arlekin wakes up, sees this, and wordlessly shoves his entire arm into Piero's grip. "Here. Grab this instead." Piero holds onto Arlekin's bare forearm until sunrise. Arlekin doesn't move once.