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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.]