[ Tea and bread. Good, stable food, food that'll fill him up. Royce stays where he is with Bear, letting the dog lick at him every so often, not really moving. But when Alfie comes back, Royce pulls himself up - Bear grunts, not pleased with this development - and pushes his hair back out of his face shakily.
He leans back against Bear instead, trying to pull his head together. Dying is not new, but going through it and then slowly rewinding through it is. That on top of the Nightmare has him unsettled. ]
I don't want to sleep for a while. [ Royce tells him, and that's firm. ] We need... we need to wish for a TV in this house.
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He leans back against Bear instead, trying to pull his head together. Dying is not new, but going through it and then slowly rewinding through it is. That on top of the Nightmare has him unsettled. ]
I don't want to sleep for a while. [ Royce tells him, and that's firm. ] We need... we need to wish for a TV in this house.