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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

[After a moment, Alfie says quietly:]

Is it gonna bother Gwen that we did this?

[bywolves]

I don't know. [ He pauses. ] I'll tell her. Ask her if she'd like to do the same.

[devoutish]

What will we do if it does bother her?

[bywolves]

I guess wish it away. [ He says, hesitantly. ] I wouldn't know how else to handle it.

[devoutish]

{Alfie nods. He might not like the answer, but it's an understandable one - probably the right one. Gwen's wants need to come first for Royce, he reminds himself.]

Yeah. All right.

[bywolves]

[ Thing is, Royce doesn't like the answer either, but. He frowns. ]

I don't want to. [ He says, quietly. ]

[devoutish]

Well. See what she says first, eh? Have you told her that you'd thought up the idea?

[bywolves]

No. I'll tell her in my next letter to her.

Are the two of you still talking?

[devoutish]

Yeah, we write back and forth often enough.

[bywolves]

What about? [ He really is just curious. ]

[devoutish]

Here. Home. The place she's in and her home.

[He pauses.]

You. We talk about you a lot. Good things.

[bywolves]

[ A beat. Royce remembers just a bit too late that he's got his emotions open, so Alfie gets to feel a flash of embarrassment - not bad, or anything. Just like oh, they talk about me. ]

Do you? [ He clears his throat. ] I'm sure you both complain about me as well.

[devoutish]

[Alfie grins, nudging him.]

We fawn over you.

[bywolves]

Mar, stop. [ Royce says, but he's not seriously upset. He's actually sort of amused. ]

We talk about you, too.

[devoutish]

Yeah? What do you say about me?

[bywolves]

[ Teasing: ] Good things. Bad things.

[devoutish]

Tell me the worst of it. Do you complain about my cooking?

[bywolves]

Of course I do. There's never enough of it, that's the biggest problem.

[devoutish]

Yes; yes, of course. What else?

[bywolves]

Why don't you ask her? I'm not telling you anything else.

[devoutish]

[RUDE]

I'll ask her for quotes.

[bywolves]

Mm. Be careful what you wish for.

[devoutish]

Ass.

[Alfie elbows him again. Then, after a pause, he adds:]

If you do need to get rid of this, mate, I'll understand.

[bywolves]

I know you understand.

[ But he feels displeasure at the idea, and Alfie can probably feel it. ] Let's not think about it until after I've even told her.

[devoutish]

If you explain why it's important to you, I think she'll understand.

[But-- okay. He'll try not to think about it.]