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[devoutish]

[Alfie sets his book aside, but is content to be quiet for now. He stays awake, but his eyes fall shut, and he slumps against Royce - just leaning, just relaxing.]

[bywolves]

[ Eventually Royce rests his head against Alfie's, done eating for now. Quietly: ]

How are you doing?

[devoutish]

I'm fine.

[He leans a little harder.]

Yeah, I'm all right.

[bywolves]

[ He turns his head a bit to press his face into Alfie's hair. ]

Good. [ Sigh. ] I'm glad.

[devoutish]

I'm at peace when I'm with you.

[He says it to make Royce feel better, but also because it's completely, undeniably true.]

[devoutish]

[He lets out a guttural groan as he opens his mouth to her, still thrusting away steadily. The new position is easier on his back, and his thrusts have more power to them now than anything he'd done while she was on top.]

[bywolves]

[ Always with the sweet things. Royce takes a deep breath. ]

It's the same for me. [ Royce mutters. ] Your presence is a comfort to me, always. I'm trying to hold onto that for as long as I can.

[devoutish]

You will have me, Royce, for years and years and years. At least.

[furgood]

[Better, yes. She won't deny that agrees used to being on top but this is good as well. She rolls her hips, a low whine muffled in the kiss ]

[bywolves]

I know, but years go by so fast. And you'll grow frail and old and I --

This is why I'm selfish. Because I will still be the same and you won't be capable of much. And I can't bring myself to watch you lose your strength.

You already walk with a cane. That'll get worse. Your hands will shake, you'll lose your hearing, your sight. And I will be the same as I am now.

[devoutish]

What will you do, when that time comes?

[bywolves]

I don't know. I worry about it because I don't have a solution.

[devoutish]

You've worried in the past about being dead weight to me.

[He figures he doesn't need to finish the rest of that thought: what if he's the one who ends up dead weight to Royce?]

[devoutish]

I have-- wanted-- to do this--

[He breaks his words off with another kiss, fast and deep.]

-- for a long time.

[bywolves]

That was different. [ He says, sharply. ] We had a goal. It was survival.

It isn't survival, here.

[devoutish]

Then perhaps you shouldn't think of it as a problem to be solved, but rather just another part of life. Eh?

[bywolves]

[ But that isn't how Royce exists. There are problems, and he fixes them. But not this time. ]

I don't know how to do that. [ Royce says hoarsely, sliding away from Alfie so he can sit on the edge of the bed, feet touching the floor. He doesn't get up, but he stays there, staring at the ground. ]

And even if I could think of it that way, it would not stop the - the hole, the empty, burning feeling in my chest when I think about it. I can't - I can't shake it. It's stuck and I'm so tired [ his voice breaks a bit ] -- of feeling it.

[devoutish]

[Oh, Royce, Royce, Royce. The sound of his voice makes Alfie's heart ache.]

I won't love you less, if I go blind.

[He trails a hand down Royce's back.]

I know you won't love me less, either.

[furgood]

[She pulls away from the kiss with a breathless laugh] Me too-- but you could...[Rolls her hips ] Could have asked.

[bywolves]

No. I won't. I won't love you less.

[ He sounds so tired, rubbing at his chest. It almost physically hurts. ]

This has never been about loving you less, it's about how much loving you is going to hurt.

[devoutish]

I know.

[His hand stills, but he keeps it where it is.]

Love always hurts.

[bywolves]

It shouldn't.

[ He says, dragging in a shaky breath. He can't breathe right. ]

[devoutish]

Come back?

[His fingers curl into Royce's shirt and tug, just a little.]

[bywolves]

[ He goes back, slowly, letting Alfie tug him wherever he wants Royce. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie tucks him in close, curling around him as well as he can.]

If it never, hurts, mate, it's not love.