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[devoutish]

But you let me find you.

[Because let's face it, the beach wasn't exactly a top-secret hiding spot.]

[bywolves]

I fight that urge a lot. That was me fighting it, because I want to let you in. [ He swallows hard. ] I almost did it again a minute ago. Left.

[devoutish]

I'm glad that you didn't.

[bywolves]

I'm also glad I didn't.

[devoutish]

[Good. Alfie tugs him closer.]

All right now?

[bywolves]

I'm okay. Still... still uneasy, but. [ He murmurs, resting his head against Alfie again. ] Are you?

[devoutish]

Yeah. I'm less uneasy than I was before.

[bywolves]

Yeah. Less uneasy. [ He sounds tired. ] I mostly feel sick, I think.

[devoutish]

Physically or emotionally?

[bywolves]

Both. [ He rubs at his chest again. ] I hate fighting with you.

[devoutish]

I truly believe what I said - that if we didn't fight, it would mean we didn't know each other.

[bywolves]

I believe it too. [ Sigh. ] I still don't like doing it.

[devoutish]

I'm grateful for it, this time.

[bywolves]

Are you?

[devoutish]

Yeah. We didn't solve any major problems, not really, but-- we're in it together, now. I always feel better about problems when we're in them together.

[bywolves]

[ There's a long pause, and then he finally nods, sinking into Alfie heavily. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[devoutish]

You wanna go back to the treehouse?

[bywolves]

Yeah. Please. [ He lets Alfie feel a little more of his relief at that idea, though he's reserved when it comes to sharing. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie hesitates.]

Do you trust me less, now?

[bywolves]

No. [ Royce says, and that's honest. ] I just don't want to overwhelm you. And I don't always want you to feel everything that I'm feeling.

[devoutish]

Mm, all right.

[He nudges away from Royce, then stands, holding out his hand to him.]

Fucking hell, my legs are sore.

[He says it lightly; it's sort of true, thanks to crouching on that rock, but he's not too fussed about it.]

[bywolves]

Sorry. [ Royce says, taking Alfie's hand. He doesn't sound upset about it, so he's not taking it too hard, but. Off the rock they go, and back up the beach. ] You barely even did anything to make them sore.

[devoutish]

[Before they start walking, Alfie's just going to take Royce's face in his hands for a moment, kissing him once on each cheek.]

It was the way I was sitting. Not used to perching on rocks like a seagull.

[bywolves]

[ There's a little - surge of emotion, specifically when Alfie kisses him on either cheek. It isn't bad, at least, it's just a sharp and strong hit of... something. Love, maybe, or appreciation, or both? In either case, it's short and desperate and almost hard to catch. ]

You shouldn't do things that make you hurt. [ :c ]

[devoutish]

I wanted to sit on the rock with you.

[And some days, pretty much everything makes him hurt, so he's gotten used to it.]