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[devoutish]

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[bywolves]

I could, though. [ He mumbles, slumping heavily into Alfie's side. He's losing steam. ] Wanna go home.

[devoutish]

I might have to carry you.

[Alfie says quietly, angling them in the direction of the treehouse. He'll start walking, slowly, when he feels like Royce is ready for it.]

[bywolves]

[ He holds on tightly as they walk. He's okay to, as long as they're slow. ]

No. [ Royce says sharply, trying to pull himself straighter. ] No. Don't carry.

[devoutish]

[He frowns a little, letting his grip go when Royce pulls away.]

I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to.

[bywolves]

[ He's still clinging, he's just trying to walk straighter or - more soberly. It's not quite working, but he's making an effort. ]

Don't hurt yourself. [ Royce says, pissy. He stubbornly takes Alfie's hand and holds onto it. Or like, most of Alfie's arm, really, because his dexterity sucks at the moment. ] Don't hurt yourself.

[devoutish]

Shhh. Not gonna hurt myself.

[He twines their fingers together as they walk.]

[bywolves]

[ He quiets down at that, curling up against Alfie's side. He'll stay quiet until they get to the treehouse, and then he'll try to climb the damn stairs. Clumsily. Badly. ]

[devoutish]

[Oh no, Royce. Alfie tightens his grip on his arm.]

Wait. Wait; go slower, mate.

[bywolves]

[ Royce stumbles, and nearly falls, trying to steady himself on Alfie. He's in bad shape, and he's stubborn, which is a bad combination. ]

S'fine. S'fine, I can. I can do it.

[devoutish]

Yeah, if you go slow. Keep hold of me.

[bywolves]

[ He's latched on pretty tightly, letting out shivery breaths. He'll let Alfie lead him up. ]

[devoutish]

[When they're about halfway up, he asks:]

Are you gonna throw up?

[Look, it's just better to know before they get inside.]

[bywolves]

Maybe. [ He mumbles, tightening his grip. His shoulders hunch. ]

[devoutish]

Sit, then.

[He lowers himself onto the stair, a little wobbly, and tugs Royce down with him.]

[bywolves]

[ Turns out that's a good thing, because the second they sit down, Royce leans over the side of the stairs and vomits down into the bushes. A little violently. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's just going to rub his back. Let it all out, buddy.]

[bywolves]

[ He does, coughing as he finishes, leaning back to flop against Alfie, a bit teary-eyed from the effort. ]

[devoutish]

Your breath smells.

[He murmurs sweetly into Royce's ear, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and just holding him.]

[bywolves]

S-sorry. [ He sounds a little pathetic. Feels that way too as he limply lays there. He's very close to passing out entirely. ]

[devoutish]

It's all right, mate. Can you stand?

[bywolves]

Mmhm. [ Probably. He's going to try. ]

[devoutish]

And you're sure you won't let me carry you?

[bywolves]

Yes. [ Royce says stubbornly. ] I can. I can do it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie stands, holding the railing for support and balance, and reaches down to hold a hand out to Royce. Come on, then.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce slowly pulls himself up, holding onto Alfie heavily. He pauses for a second, trying to make sure he doesn't throw up again, and then goes the rest of the way, eyes out of focus. It is highly unlikely he's going to remember any of this in the morning. ]

M'tired. [ Royce tells Alfie, sad and quiet. ] I'm really tired.