I'm already doing much better than I was. [ In fact, here: Royce lets Alfie feel that knot of anxiety and dread, the one that had been so gnarled and full of thorns that it'd been hard to breathe. It's much, much less, just a small, easily managed ache, something that he's not sure he'll ever be entirely free of. It's worries and hopes and fears, but it's - softer. Feels less like he's dying. ]
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