[ Royce flinches away from the touch, not expecting it, but he doesn't make a sound - not until there's a soft, gentle voice from outside the crevice. ]
It's all right, Royce. [ And Royce relaxes, as a thin, wiry young man, shaved and... softer, almost, makes his way in. He's got a handkerchief in hand, filled with something. A beat, as the man takes them both in. ]
Well, then. I wasn't expecting you to pick up a stray. [ He sounds a little amused. ]
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It's all right, Royce. [ And Royce relaxes, as a thin, wiry young man, shaved and... softer, almost, makes his way in. He's got a handkerchief in hand, filled with something. A beat, as the man takes them both in. ]
Well, then. I wasn't expecting you to pick up a stray. [ He sounds a little amused. ]