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[devoutish]

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[bywolves]

Oh.

[ A pause. ] Is there any way to figure out when the Hebrew dates are? And what holidays?

[devoutish]

The new year and the day of atonement. And-- no. This is an entirely different world, mate; there are no Hebrew dates here.

[bywolves]

[ Royce frowns. ]

... Okay. [ He sounds slightly put out, but. ] What do you do for those?

[devoutish]

Feasts, mostly. Prayers. Will you be there for them?

[bywolves]

Yes, of course I will.

[devoutish]

Thank you.

[He squeezes Royce's hand.]

-- The bit about the Hebrew dates; were you irritated by that?

[bywolves]

No, it's just another thing that I can't help with. [ Royce says, vaguely grouchy about it. ] Don't worry about it.

[devoutish]

[Yeah, he'd thought that might have been it.]

Royce, you know you're helping more by saying that you'll come than you would by somehow figuring out some dates.

[bywolves]

[ His jaw works. ] Yes, I know. Like I said, don't worry about it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie rests a hand on his jaw.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes an effort to loosen it, ease up. ]

It's fine. I just get tired of hearing I can't fix things. It's fine. Don't get worked up about it.

[devoutish]

Do I seem worked up about it?

[bywolves]

No, and I'd like it to stay that way.

[devoutish]

And it will.

[bywolves]

Fine. [ Huff. ] So. Feasts. Praying. I'll be there.

[devoutish]

I'm thinking of inviting John and Meulin, as well. A few others.

[Emily is a given, of course; that she'll be there goes without saying.]

[bywolves]

Are you talking with John again? [ A beat. ] And still -- talking with Meulin?

[devoutish]

Yes, and yes, though I've only fucked one of them on a private island.

[bywolves]

[ if royce had water he'd spittake ]

You did - what?

[devoutish]

That would be Meulin, not John.

[bywolves]

I figured Alfie, Mar's sake. When?

[devoutish]

[Royce, he was kidding; God.]

Last month. The day she took me out for a sailing tour.

[bywolves]

[ He grumbles, though it's not entirely serious. ]

You should've told me.

[devoutish]

Yeah, it never came up.

[He plays with a strand of Royce's hair.]

But I've got high hopes that it will continue.

[bywolves]

[ Royce glances at Alfie, now. ]

Yeah? Is it just... is it like Monty and I? [ Alfie is probably aware that Royce disappears over to Monty's occasionally - he tries to avoid spending the night, but he has in the past. ]