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Yeah?

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[devoutish]

[DON'T SASS HIM ROYCE]

I set everything out. Come on. You're fading fast.

[bywolves]

[ GONNA ]

Mmph. [ Fine, fine. He actually feels - okay. It's nice. He shifts vaguely, like he's going to get up. ] Have to move my bags.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie grabs up both their tablets, tossing them both into their respective bags. Then he sits up, taking his weight off Royce and moving to stand.]

[bywolves]

[ The weight was kind of comforting, in a weird way. Royce pulls himself up and pushes his hair back out of his face. His hood goes with it, and he doesn't bother pulling it back up. Royce looks tired, paler than he used to be, wan. Just the way it is, these days.

He grabs his bag and his various things he's gathered, and prepares to follow Alfie up the stairs. ]

[devoutish]

[He goes slowly. Stairs are hard, which is annoying, and he'll grumble about it under his breath as they go. And then of course there's another staircase ahead of them, on the way up to the second floor.]

Had to pick the basement, didn't you?

[bywolves]

Thought nobody would bother me down there. Obviously I was wrong. [ He'll help Alfie up the stairs if Alfie will let him. ]

[devoutish]

Impossible to avoid, that's me.

[Alfie lets him, especially on the second staircase. And once they're at the top, he breathes a sight of relief, sagging against Royce for a moment.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce gets an arm around Alfie's waist. He lets Alfie lean, helping him along after giving him a moment to rest. He doesn't seem to mind. ]

[devoutish]

[He's grateful for it, and when he starts walking again, he doesn't step away from Royce.]

The pain's getting worse.

[And it's worrying as fuck. How bad is it going to get?]

[bywolves]

[ Yeah. Royce has seen it. It's hard not to notice when you spend most of your waking hours with the same person. ]

I know. We've got pain pills. [ Royce reminds him quietly. He helps Alfie to the bedroom. ] We'll take rest days when we need to.

[devoutish]

We'll do what needs to be done.

[He sinks down onto the edge of the bed, which - true to his word - is already made up.]

Come on. Trying to get you into bed with me, aren't I.

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't bother arguing. He hangs up his cloak and changes into the robe he'd found a few days ago, and then climbs into the bed. Distantly, he thinks about the fact that Davesprite would probably call this super gay. Not that he cares, he just thinks about it. ]

Don't drool on me. [ Royce mutters, burrowing under the blankets. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie flicks him on the shoulder and starts to arrange the blankets over both of them.]

Don't know why I put up with you.

[It's said in the most loving way possible.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce grouches something that sounds like exactly what Alfie just said, curling up with his pillow. He's hit by a wave of exhaustion, and while there's something in his head that makes it difficult to sleep with strangers in the house, he can't fight sleep forever.

He's quiet, though he'll be awake for a while longer, finally warm and basking in it. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie rests against him - not enough to be a full lean, but his arm sits against Royce's and his cheek brushes the top of his head. He wonders if he should take some pain pills, but... no. He'll wait. He'll save them, just in case it's even worse tomorrow.]

Sleep well, Royce.

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't protest. He doesn't move away, and just - floats, warm enough to not worry. Relaxing is easier than he thought it'd be. He'll fall asleep soon enough, after murmuring a good night in return.

During the night, he doesn't cuddle, but he does curl up, knees mostly to his chest, hand extended to hold onto Alfie's sleeve somehow. It makes him sleep better, even if the move is entirely a subconscious thing. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie does cuddle a little bit, once he's asleep. He shifts closer by degrees, always unconsciously, to seek out warmth. By morning, one arm will be loosely thrown across Royce's shoulders.]