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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

[ Royce maybe startles a little - he's not expecting the touch, and it's an ingrained reflex to be tense after something has touched him in a generally intimate sort of place. He doesn't protest, but there's a hell of a lot of alarm bells that go off in his head that he has to manually shut down, one by one.

He's wearing it, still. Twine, tied around the ring. ]

Don't want to lose it. [ He says, after a second. ]

[devoutish]

[He moves his hand away, murmuring a sorry.]

Yeah, it's important, that one. All of 'em, really; they're all heirlooms.

[bywolves]

[ It's okay, Royce doesn't seem to mind. He eases, slowly. ]

That's what you said, yes. [ He remembers. ] Don't want to take it off, in case we get taken somewhere else and don't get to bring things with us. [ Sleepily: ] Thought about leaving it somewhere you'd find, though.

[devoutish]

No, I want you to have it. It's a gift.

[He hadn't originally meant it as one, at least not permanently. But Royce is special to him - special enough for this.]

[bywolves]

What? [ A beat. ] You want me to keep it.

[ He's - surprised. Or maybe not surprised, just... unsure, though not because of the gift itself. ]

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. It's yours, from me.

[bywolves]

[ Alfie's eyes are closed, but he might feel Royce shift to bring his hand up to wrap around the ring, running his fingers over it. ]

Seems too important for that.

[devoutish]

It's very important, yeah.

[But not too important.]

[bywolves]

If I leave, you might not get it back. [ He's just - pressing that. ]

[devoutish]

That's why I'm giving it to you. In case you leave.

[bywolves]

[ He's quiet for a moment, curled up against Alfie. ]

I hope I get to keep it.

[devoutish]

I don't see why you wouldn't.

[bywolves]

Didn't take any of the stuff I had on me in Norfinbury home. [ A beat. ] Could be different here. Could be that I never went home in Norfinbury.

[devoutish]

Could be.

[He says it a little cautiously. If all of that were a hallucination, he figures it would be both wonderful and terrible - wonderful in that Gwen's death wasn't real, but terrible in that Mercy wasn't either.]

[bywolves]

[ That's what he's thinking about. He goes quiet, sinking down into the couch. He misses both of them. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie settles his arm a little more heavily onto Royce, murmuring go ta'sleep.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce does, eventually. He eventually eases up enough to sink back into sleep, and it's not exactly peaceful, but he dosn't wake up from nightmares again. ]

[devoutish]

[Neither does Alfie - not tonight. He sleeps like the dead, straight through until morning.]