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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

No. I didn't know any of them. Never really cared to. And they didn't know I was. [ He gestures at his own face vaguely. ] I don't look it.

[devoutish]

Do you wish that you did?

[bywolves]

[ A long, long pause. ]

... Sometimes. But mostly, no.

[devoutish]

[Alfie curls his fingers into Royce's and squeezes.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce keeps a tight hold, but doesn't say much else as they walk. Being mir is a lot to talk about after the day he's had. ]

[devoutish]

[At the treehouse, Bear trots up the stairs ahead of them, scoping the place out for them. Alfie's pretty dead on his feet by this point, but he sighs and starts slowly climbing.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce helps him up those stairs, even as tired as he is as well. They take it slow. Probably takes a few minutes to get all the way there, but. It's okay. They make it. Royce helps him all the way to the bed, and deposits him there before going to the TV to turn it on and fiddle with the function.

Bear, who has done a thorough check of the place, hops up onto the bed and settles down, seemingly satisfied with how safe it is. ]

[devoutish]

[As soon as he's on the bed, Alfie murmurs something unintelligible but undeniably contented. He pulls off his boots one by one, tossing them towards the door. He sheds his socks next, and then his hat, and then his coat.

Much, much better.]

[bywolves]

[ By the time he's got all that done, Royce has the movie set up. He pulls his cloak off and sets it aside before crawling onto the bed and settling down carefully on the mattress. He leaves room for Alfie, as always, and Bear sprawls easily at his back.

This is good. It's colder, here, but it won't be for long. And the movie will be plenty distracting enough. ]

[devoutish]

Here.

[Alfie spreads the blanket over Royce, tucking it in around his shoulders.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums a thank you noise. He's probably not going to last through the entire movie, but he'll make a valiant effort. With a sigh, he pulls Alfie in closer and then starts Fiddler on the Roof. ]

[devoutish]

[When the intro music starts up - made for the movie, but still recognizably Jewish - Alfie sighs, settles against him, and closes his eyes.]

[bywolves]

[ It's a relief, knowing Alfie's content. With the sound of the film in the background and with Alfie and Bear warming him up, it's going to be maybe ten minutes before Royce totally drops off. He's exhausted, but he's safe, and it's easy enough for him to take comfort in that. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie will stay awake a bit longer, but eventually, he'll nod off too. If Royce wakes in the middle of the night - or when he wakes in the morning - he'll find Alfie curled around him, holding him safe and tight and warm.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce comes home one night, looking exhausted and cold, as usual. The Void gets to him more after what happened, but - he's dealing. And Dia helped. His first act as always is to check that Emily is still here, to smooth her hair back and carefully drop a kiss on the top of her head. And his second is to go find soup to eat, and Alfie to curl up against.

He needs warmth. He's missing it. So wherever Alfie is, he'll get Royce shivery and quiet, moving to him and practically crawling into his lap, holding a piece of bread and a bowl of soup. Hi. ]

[devoutish]

[Sup, baby. Alfie has no problems at all with this. He settles Royce closer to him on the couch, dropping a heavy arm around his shoulders and leaning in.]

Not going well down there?

[bywolves]

It's going fine. [ He says, sinking into Alfie's embrace. He sips at his soup. ] Better than fine. Dia is - unlocked.

[ Which is weird to say, but he doesn't know how to phrase it otherwise. Filled sounds gross, and done implies she died, so. ] She has all the color she needs. I'm just cold. Void isn't pleasant.

[devoutish]

Here.

[He snatches a blanket from over the back of the couch and tucks Royce in, careful not to tip over his soup.]

How many are left, then?

[bywolves]

Three, I think. The rest of them. I'm not sure, though. I only really speak to Dia. [ He shifts, trying to get the blanket over Alfie, too. ]

[devoutish]

[He accepts it, wrapping it around both of their shoulders.]

Why only her?

[bywolves]

Nobody else visits her. [ He says into his soup bowl. ]

[devoutish]

Mm. Why not?

[bywolves]

I don't know. She wasn't exactly polite the first time I spoke to her, maybe that's why.

[devoutish]

And why do you like her?

[bywolves]

[ Shrug. ]

I just do. She's no-nonsense. Smart. [ He doesn't look up from his food as he talks. ] She took some of the Nightmare out of me, too.