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[devoutish]

All right.

[His fingers find Royce's wrist, then run lightly along his throat.]

All right, what happened next?

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums, and shifts, a little more awkward. ]

I was trying to kill her. I really wanted to do it, and she was fighting back just as hard, and then in the middle of it... she kissed me. I didn't know what to do.

[devoutish]

Mmm. Did she think of it as a game, then? Playing at anger? Or was it, you know, passion taking over and all?

[bywolves]

I - don't know. I have no idea. [ He sounds very uncomfortable. ] And then she - kept kissing me, and one thing led to another...

[ A pause. ] It wasn't a problem in the moment, but now that I've had time to think about it, I...

[devoutish]

You don't like that it happened?

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He says, almost guiltily. ] I don't like how it happened.

[devoutish]

[He runs a hand over Royce's arm, soothing.]

Tell me why?

[It's not like he can't make a few educated guesses on his own, but he figures it's better to hear Royce's own words on the matter.]

[bywolves]

[ The hand on his arm is nice, and it helps. He's still stilted, though. ]

I am... uncomfortable. With the fact that it - that a fight where I was... lost. [ He pauses, and then sighs and clears his throat, trying again. ] I lost myself in that fight. It was survival. And then she turned it into something -- something sexual and I was so confused and had nowhere to put that aggression. It sits like a heavy stone in my stomach.

[devoutish]

[Oh, Royce. Alfie squeezes his forearm.]

Will you talk to her about it?

[bywolves]

Maybe. [ He says, thickly. ] Maybe. I wanted to talk to you first.

[devoutish]

I think you should. Eventually.

What do you wish she had done instead?

[bywolves]

I don't know. Not what she did.

I wasn't completely blameless. I should've stopped us.

[devoutish]

It doesn't sound to me like you should carry blame, mate. Not properly.

[bywolves]

Responsibility, then? I don't know. It wasn't against my will. Is what I'm saying.

I don't like having gone from fighting for my life to doing something like - like that.

[devoutish]

[He hmmmms at "responsibility", and doesn't argue that one.]

I wish I could give better advice to you, mate.

[bywolves]

[ He frowns, and goes quiet, very, very uncomfortable. This sucks.

And then, quieter: ] If I talked to her, I don't know if she'd take me seriously.

[devoutish]

Tell her it's important to you, then. That you take it seriously.

[bywolves]

[ He sighs a little, closing his eyes. ]

Yeah. I guess. I don't know if she knows it is a problem. She told me to shush, after.

[devoutish]

Tell her to fuck off.

[Pause.]

In a more polite sort of way, perhaps.

[bywolves]

[ A pause. ]

So you think I should talk to her, then.

[devoutish]

If you wanna keep what you've got with her, then yeah, I do.

[bywolves]

[ But he doesn't wanna. He knows he should, though. There's a pause, and then he curls closer into Alfie's side. ]

I will. Eventually.

[devoutish]

[Alfie nuzzles his nose against the top of Royce's head.]

Or I'll bash her for you, if you like.

[It's not a completely serious suggestion; he knows that Royce wouldn't want him to. I'm on your side, is what he really means by it.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts, amused by that. He gets it. He tucks his head under Alfie's chin, pulling the blankets closer. ]

I know you would. [ He murmurs. ] You know - I think next time there is something that happens here that changes me, I'm not going to do it. People never seem to like it much when I participate.

[ Maybe he's being sulky about it, but listen. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie huffs.]

You were a pain in the fucking ass, but you were hardly the only one.