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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

We've got bread. It's a few days old, though.

[bywolves]

I'll get it later. [ Hungry, but not enough to pull himself from the safe cocoon of blankets. ]

[devoutish]

I could bring it to you.

[bywolves]

[ His grip on Alfie tightens. Hesitantly: ] You could.

[devoutish]

Yeah. You want me to?

[bywolves]

... Yeah. [ He's okay. He'll be fine on his own. ]

[devoutish]

Ten minutes.

[Which is... longer that it would take to just get bread from the kitchen, but he plans to warm it up first.]

Yeah? All right?

[bywolves]

Yeah. I'll be fine. [ Mostly. He'll survive. ]

[devoutish]

[He kisses Royce on the cheek again, then goes to stand.]

I'm glad you like the dog.

[bywolves]

[ Normally, Royce might huff and puff about not liking the dog, it's just!! Useful!! Is all! But - right now, he's shaken, and he just makes a distracted noise of acknowledgement and turns to hide against Bear instead. Bear whines a little and rests his head on top of Royce's, bringing a paw up to sort of haphazardly rest on Royce's back. He's got him for right now, Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

[He does, and Alfie is grateful.

He shuffles out of the room, and while he'll be gone for a few minutes longer than just ten, it'll be worth it. He uses that time to warm up the bread on the stove, and cuts the loaves in half - slathering one with butter and one with marmalade, and leaving one plain. The result is far more bread than either of them are likely to eat, but they'll have plenty of options to choose from.]

Dog hair on the bed, breadcrumbs in the bed.

[He grumbles good-naturedly, setting the tray of food down on the bedside table.]

I made tea, as well. Thought about coffee, but you'll need to sleep.

[bywolves]

[ Tea and bread. Good, stable food, food that'll fill him up. Royce stays where he is with Bear, letting the dog lick at him every so often, not really moving. But when Alfie comes back, Royce pulls himself up - Bear grunts, not pleased with this development - and pushes his hair back out of his face shakily.

He leans back against Bear instead, trying to pull his head together. Dying is not new, but going through it and then slowly rewinding through it is. That on top of the Nightmare has him unsettled. ]

I don't want to sleep for a while. [ Royce tells him, and that's firm. ] We need... we need to wish for a TV in this house.

[devoutish]

Mm. I'd like to put one in the spare room, with the bookshelves.

[He climbs back into the bed, taking his previous spot.]

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He curls up against Alfie's side again. He's not shivering anymore, at least - he still feels cold on the inside, but it's okay. That'll pass. ] Front room might be nicer. With the couches.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. But we'll get couches for the library as well, surely.

[bywolves]

We're going to fit your desk and the couches and a TV and the bookshelves all in there?

[devoutish]

Mm. Why not?

Front room's all right, though; I don't mind.

[bywolves]

It doesn't matter. Wherever you want to put it you should put it. [ Royce says, turning his face against Alfie's neck. He doesn't want to have to reach over to grab the bread, so he just flops here instead. ]

[devoutish]

It's your house too, mate.

[He grabs a chunk of the buttered bread and presses it into Royce's hands.]

Here. It's warm.

[bywolves]

[ Royce takes the bread when it's given to him, letting out a low hum at how warm it is. The butter makes it taste even better, and he barely even hesitates in demolishing it. He's starving, and whatever reservations he might had about food a few weeks back are gone.

He'll eat anything Alfie hands to him until he's full. And considering how ravenous he is right now, it might be like three-fourths of one of the loafs. ]

[devoutish]

[He gets one with marmalade next.]

Good?

[bywolves]

Mm. [ Royce says, mouth full. A beat, after he swallows, and then: ] Not usually this hungry after I die.

[devoutish]

[Alfie settles closer.]

Did it feel different to you?

[bywolves]

The dying was familiar. [ His voice goes a little flat. He can talk about this sort of thing if he distances himself. ] The rewinding - I didn't feel it the same way, but that. That was.

[ A pause, and then he shakes his head. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

You don't have to talk about it. Just eat your bread.