[It's times like this that Alfie feels the most powerless - more than when he thinks about how he'll likely never get home, more than when his body is being forced to act against him, more than when some building or another is transplanting its own intrusive thoughts into his mind. At least then he has a clear-cut reason for why he's so useless; at least then he has something concrete to fight against. Trying to fight Royce's depression is like trying to catch smoke.]
Doesn't make me think any less of you.
[He murmurs huskily, brushing a tear away with his thumb.]
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Doesn't make me think any less of you.
[He murmurs huskily, brushing a tear away with his thumb.]