[ He doesn't want to look at himself, so he turns, wrapping his arms around Alfie and holding on tightly to the back of his shirt, dragging in a wet sort of breath. His grip is a little desperate. ]
Talk to me about something stupid. [ Royce says, muffled against Alfie's chest. ] I can't - I keep seeing my own insides and I --
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Talk to me about something stupid. [ Royce says, muffled against Alfie's chest. ] I can't - I keep seeing my own insides and I --