[ Royce holds Alfie's hand tightly, and opens himself up to letting Alfie feel how Royce feels.
There's a lot, at once. He's relaxed, because he's sitting with Alfie, because it's a relief to be here, but he's nervous, too. The nerves curl around and cover most of his emotion, sparking here and there. But most of all, it's... heaviness. It's a sad, weighty feeling, like a rock at the bottom of his stomach. He's not on the verge of crying, but the sensation, the dread and fright and anxiety all balled up into a tiny, tight ball that feels ready to explode at any second - it's stuck, between his lungs and up into his throat. It burns and it makes him feel sick, if he focuses on it. It's longing and wanting, a need for a solution he can't find. Loss.
It's intense. In fact, it might be startling to Alfie, considering how calm Royce is on the outside. It'd make a man less accustomed to horror and trauma scream. ]
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There's a lot, at once. He's relaxed, because he's sitting with Alfie, because it's a relief to be here, but he's nervous, too. The nerves curl around and cover most of his emotion, sparking here and there. But most of all, it's... heaviness. It's a sad, weighty feeling, like a rock at the bottom of his stomach. He's not on the verge of crying, but the sensation, the dread and fright and anxiety all balled up into a tiny, tight ball that feels ready to explode at any second - it's stuck, between his lungs and up into his throat. It burns and it makes him feel sick, if he focuses on it. It's longing and wanting, a need for a solution he can't find. Loss.
It's intense. In fact, it might be startling to Alfie, considering how calm Royce is on the outside. It'd make a man less accustomed to horror and trauma scream. ]