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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

[ He looks in the tin. Inside is an arrangement of bread - it's all the same type, but they're small buns, almost. They're baked, and have what looks like a very light sprinkle of sugar over the top of them. ]

They're... these. [ Royce says, quietly, staring. A beat, and he closes the tin, shaking his head. ]

[devoutish]

Do you recognize them? Are they things from home?

[bywolves]

Yes. [ He says, quietly. ] Sweet bread. There was... there was a bakery on the corner of the street I lived on as a kid. The owner was an angry old man who hated everybody, and his mouth got him into trouble with the gangs and guilds.

[ His hands shake a bit. ] I stopped someone from mugging him, once. Don't know why.

Every time I walked by that bakery, he'd chase me down to give me one of these. Never could get the recipe right.

[devoutish]

[Royce, that is the most adorable story he's ever heard. He sidles closer.]

Let me have a taste. I can try to puzzle the ingredients out.

[Not that he really thinks he'll ever have a chance to bake again, but.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce nods a little, distracted. He opens the tin, staring down at the sweet rolls. Go ahead. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie reaches in and takes one out, taking the smallest of bites - he wants to leave most of it for Royce. In return, he pulls off a much bigger piece of babka, putting it in Royce's tin.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce bites his bottom lip - and then he pushes the one roll that Alfie took and makes sure he keeps it. They can trade. ]

... Thanks. [ He takes a deep breath. ] Let's go? It's cold.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Let's walk.

[He's going to eat as he walks, though. He'll crash later, once the adrenaline has worn off some, but right now he's still pretty alert and with it, and this food is warm and delicious.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is mostly glad to see him enjoy his food. And later, Royce will too, but - right now, he's just concentrating on one thing at a time. Find shelter. Put together the air mattress, lay down. Make sure Alfie continues to be okay. Then he can figure out how he feels about the sweet rolls. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie intends to finish off the babka while it's hot, and he intends to make sure Royce does the same - it's enjoyed best that way. When they're halfway down the skywalk, he gives Royce's box a glance.]

Do you like it? The babka?

[bywolves]

I - what? [ Oh. He blinks, and then: ] I haven't tried it. Do you like it?

[devoutish]

Very much. Your sweetbread is also excellent. Try your bit of babka before it gets cold, eh?

[bywolves]

Alright. [ He has no problem with that. Opening the tin, Royce tries a bite of the babka. Usually he's not a fan of overly sweet things, but this isn't so much. It's good. It's warm,, and he lets out a little sigh. ]

... That's really good.

[devoutish]

Really?

[Alfie actually smiles, a little.]

Good, yeah; good. Have some more, if you like.

[bywolves]

I'm fine with this piece. [ He doesn't want to take too much - he understands that sharing is part of it, and he's fine with that, but he also wants Alfie to have something really good for himself. ]

But I do like it. Is it your favorite?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Yeah, one of 'em.

[He takes another, smaller piece, and holds it out questioningly.]

You're sure?

[bywolves]

[ A beat, and then he takes the piece, munching on it. ]

You keep the rest. Enjoy it.

[devoutish]

I am. I'm enjoying you enjoying it, also.

[bywolves]

[ He smiles a little, nudging Alfie with his hip as they walk. ]

Never thought you were so big on sharing.

[devoutish]

I'll share with you.

[bywolves]

Mm. I know. It's mutual.

[devoutish]

[He knows, too. He leans over and rests his cheek on Royce's head as they walk.]

[bywolves]

[ He finishes the babka, and settles an arm around Alfie's waist as they walk. He's going to try and spoil Alfie for the rest of the night - he isn't too bad off right now, but Royce is... concerned. ]

[devoutish]

This one is gonna be awful too, I think.

[Alfie murmurs.]

I'm sorry. I'm-- sorry.

[bywolves]

Don't be. I have you. I'll take care of you tonight if you need it. [ Something he's offered to maybe three people in his life, ever. ]

When we get to the next building, I'll blow up the air mattress. You relax.