[ It is a nice pillow, and it's comforting, too. Alfie settles there, and Royce sighs out slow and falls back asleep.
A few hours pass, and when Royce wakes up next, it's late afternoon, almost evening. He doesn't wake up and throw up, thankfully, and his headache has subsided a little, but he definitely needs water. Carefully, he makes his way to the sink to get himself a glass, on unsteady feet. He feels... low. Sunken, almost. It's hard to describe, but he's tired of feeling it. ]
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A few hours pass, and when Royce wakes up next, it's late afternoon, almost evening. He doesn't wake up and throw up, thankfully, and his headache has subsided a little, but he definitely needs water. Carefully, he makes his way to the sink to get himself a glass, on unsteady feet. He feels... low. Sunken, almost. It's hard to describe, but he's tired of feeling it. ]