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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[powersouls]

I tried telling him that. [She pipes up helpfully.]

[bywolves]

I don't - want. [ Royce starts, and then he drags in a deep breath. ] She's right. You're not telling me anything she already hasn't, Solomons.

[devoutish]

If someone's already talked sense to you, then why are you still unsplinted?

[powersouls]

He doesn't want me to touch him.

[bywolves]

[ He knows it's irrational. She just touched him, she just hugged him and he allowed it, but that wasn't painful. That was different than setting a bone. Royce sinks down further into his blanket and looks away. ]

You don't know what you're doing. [ It's weak reasoning, though, and he knows it. It's in his tone. ]

[devoutish]

She knows enough.

She's not gonna hurt you, Duster. Understand? If you let those fingers sit for too long, they will stiffen up, and you'll fucking regret it the next time you need to use them.

[powersouls]

Duster, please.

[Look at her! Even her expression is pleading.]

[bywolves]

[ Ahh, that's his mistake. Between Alfie's tone and words and Tifa's expression, Royce can't really find much reason to let this continue. He takes another deep breath and then pulls himself to sit up straight with a grimace.

Quietly, he offers out his hand to Tifa. It looks terrible - red and twisted and painful, and he tries not to move it much when he shifts. It hurts as bad as it looks. ]