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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[bywolves]

[ Royce closes his eyes with a wince, turning his head so he can rest his forehead against the door. ]

Solomons. Come on.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Moving is hard, both physically and mentally. He drags himself into more of a seated position, but that's it.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is still drunk, so it's... difficult, but he tries his best to crouch down and help Alfie stand up. Come on, buddy. You can do it. ]

[devoutish]

I'll knock you over--

[He's pretty unsteady.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a negative noise. ] Then we'll get up again. Come on. You're not staying by the door.

[devoutish]

I didn't save her.

[And so maybe, he deserves to hear this. Self-torture, like guilt, is something that Alfie rarely indulges in, but this is a special case.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce pauses, hands stilling in the attempt to pick Alfie up. ]

I didn't either. [ It wasn't just Alfie's job. ] You couldn't have.

[devoutish]

Yeah. I'd tell you that you were a fucking idiot, if you'd said that to me.

[So he knows.

He reaches for Royce's hand.]

[bywolves]

You're fucking idiot. [ Royce tells him solemnly, but it's light. He doesn't mean it as an insult. He takes that hand, and he helps Alfie up, and - well, definitely stumbles a bit. It's alright, he doesn't fall unless Alfie totally falls on top of him. ]

[devoutish]

Thank you.

[Alfie doesn't fall on him. He even helps to steady them both a little, using the wall.]

I meant what I said earlier, mate. You're a-- you're a fucking brother to me, you are; honestly.

[bywolves]

[ Royce gets his arm around Alfie, and together they can drunkenly stumble to the other side of the room, away from the door, away from the anomaly.

He doesn't know what to say to this, but he's drunk enough that he's just going to say whatever comes to mind first. ]

Yeah. It's the same for me. [ They're a mess, but at least they're messes together. ] Gonna miss you.

[devoutish]

[Alfie makes a sad sound - partly because of the missing, and partly because he doesn't really believe they'll ever go home.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce only has a small amount of hope that they'll go home. And really - it's only because of Mercy. He has to, for her.

Royce half-drags, half-leans on Alfie over to the other side of the room, slowly but surely. ]

[devoutish]

Let's move the blankets.

[He wants to bed down in their little nest as far away from the door as possible.]

[bywolves]

Mm. [ Royce leans down to grab the blanket nest, and just ends up grabbing a pile of things and staggering over as far away from the door as he can get. Oof. He's dizzy. ]

[devoutish]

You'll have a nasty hangover.

[Worried that Royce is going to fall over, Alfie reaches for him again.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce leans on Alfie for just a second. ]

Mmhm. [ He knows. Mildly: ] Might want to avoid talking to me much tomorrow. Bite your head off.

[devoutish]

I'll wake you up to feed you water. It'll do you good.

[bywolves]

Are we staying here?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Slowly, he tries to lower them both down onto the floor. The anomaly, quieter but still audible, lets out another wail, and Alfie shivers.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is fine with that. He slides down to the floor, curling up in the blanket nest, making sure both of them have enough pillows and blankets. Closing his eyes, Royce settles on his side, back to Alfie, but still close enough to almost be touching. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't say anything for a few minutes, but then:]

I think it was quieter when I talked to it. I could--

[But he cuts himself off.]

[bywolves]

No. [ Royce says, firmly, not turning around. ] Stop torturing yourself.

[devoutish]

[With a sigh, he drops his head down onto his pillow.]

This isn't like me.

[bywolves]

[ Royce does turn, now, rolls on his back. ]

You're sick. Drunk. This place rubs off thick skin. [ He sighs, slow. ] Have to keep going.