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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

Mm. It comes back, sometimes. Fades in and out. [ Royce reaches to rub at his chest absently, massaging his sternum. ] Talking helps, strangely enough. Get stuck in my own head too often.

[devoutish]

That's not strange, mate. That's normal.

[His gaze follows Royce's hand, looking at the outline of the twine under his shirt.]

[bywolves]

I don't normally like talking. [ Might as well be honest. His fingers run over the outline of twine a bit. ]

[devoutish]

Really? You don't?

[Alfie widens his eyes, faking surprise.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce glances over at Alfie. His lips twitch at the corners. ]

Four months and you're just now figuring that out? [ He's teasing, and it's clear. ]

[devoutish]

I thought you were just being polite, by not talking my ear off.

[bywolves]

I was making up for all the times the mania had me speaking in paragraphs.

[devoutish]

[Alfie puts on his best Royce accent.]

Solomons. Solomons, get up. You've been sleeping for four hours, wake up, it's morning. Solomons.

[bywolves]

[ rUDE, ALFIE ]

You sleep past the doors unlocking constantly, Solomons, someone has to get you out of bed.

[devoutish]

Solomons, it's three hours until lockdown ends; why aren't you up yet?

[bywolves]

[ In his best Alfie impression - which is hard to do because he's trying not to smile- Royce parrots back: ] Fuck off Royce. I'm sleeping, yeah. Shame you're not still in bed so I can drool on you.

[devoutish]

I've never drooled on you.

[He's... 95% sure of that.]

[bywolves]

Not that you know of.

[devoutish]

If I had, you would have complained about it.

[bywolves]

What do you think I'm doing right now?

[devoutish]

No, I would have heard about it long before now.

Besides, you kick.

[This may or may not be true.]

[bywolves]

I do not.

[ He probably does. ]

[devoutish]

Like you're running a fucking marathon, yeah.

[bywolves]

[ A beat. ]

It's because I can sense you about to drool on me, so I kick you to make you stop.

[devoutish]

I'm gonna get bruises, someday.

[bywolves]

This is why you shouldn't cuddle me in my sleep.

[devoutish]

[He snorts.]

It's not cuddling, It's keeping warm.

[bywolves]

Same thing. [ But he's smiling again. ]

[devoutish]

It's not like it's for fun, is it.

[Yeah, okay, contact is nice and touch is important, but that's just an added bonus.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce reaches down to his bag again, pulling out a blanket and pulling it up around him. He's cold and he really doesn't want to start shivering again, because once he does he can't stop. ]

It's horrible. Worst thing to ever happen to me.