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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

[ No! ... A little. ]

I don't like her, but I doubt you care.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I do not, because whether I talk to her has got absolutely fucking nothing to do with you.

[bywolves]

Didn't say it did. [ He pauses. ] This wasn't supposed to be a lecture.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I know.

[It's okay Royce, he's cool with a little teasing.]

[bywolves]

[ Good, because Royce has no idea what he's doing here. He actually considers hanging up and pretending he didn't even call, but that's more awkward than anything else. ]

I - okay. [ HE'S SO BAD AT THIS. ]

[devoutish]

Not used to this sort of thing, are you.

[It's the kind of good-natured ribbing that Alfie associates with pubs and groups of friends, both things he assumes Royce has little experience with.]

[bywolves]

... No. [ Now he's embarrassed, which means he's scowl-y. ] The last person I might have done this sort of thing with framed me for murder and had me sent to prison.

[ Alfie might as well join Tifa in knowing details about Royce's trust issues. ]

[devoutish]

[I mean.

Alfie can't pretend he's never done something like that. Sorry for your lots, Arthur Shelby.]

Where I'm from it's something most men settle into by age twenty.

[He's not judging, he's just saying.]

[bywolves]

[ So much scowling. ]

What is, making friends or framing people for murder? [ Maybe he can joke a little about it. ]

[devoutish]

Both.

[Of course.]

[bywolves]

[ Okay, maybe he snorts a little. ] I'm over forty and I've only ever found use for the latter.

[devoutish]

Forty years old and looking as young as you do? I'm glad you don't wanna talk to her, mate.

[bywolves]

You really can't get over the age, can you. [ Stop hitting on him, Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

You haven't even got creaky joints, have you.

[bywolves]

No.

I have an ankle that cracks if I turn it too far. If that makes you feel better.

[devoutish]

How far is too far?

[bywolves]

Not far enough to be reasonable.

[devoutish]

If it plays up enough I'll give you half a Vicodin pill.

[bywolves]

I assume Vicodin is medicine. Pain reliever?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Strong stuff. If I could break them down to more than halves, I would.

[Whatever House goes through in a week will probably last Alfie for the rest of his time in Norfinbury.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is incredibly wary of medicine. ] What else does it do to you? It can't just relieve pain with no strings attached.

[devoutish]

Well, it's a drug, innit? Foreign chemicals in your body.

[Which Alfie isn't necessarily against, but he is careful.]

It seems people are also prone to forming addictions.

[And he has his suspicions about House.]

[bywolves]

[ Ohhh. ] Where I'm from doesn't have drugs. Not like that. [ Which means he's woefully inexperienced, so the explanation is helpful.

He also is putting together connections, here, give him a second. ] Is the Vicodin what you're trading to House?

[devoutish]

If you get your hands on any, be careful with it. That aspirin of yours, too.

Yeah, the Vicodin's for House. Yeah.

[bywolves]

I will. [ See, now he's glad he was paranoid. He's had plenty of times where he could've taken them but didn't. ]

Think he's prone to addiction? [ It'd explain why he'd be willing to deal with Alfie after everything, in Royce's opinion. ]