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[devoutish]

[Alfie kisses the back of his head.]

S'okay.

[bywolves]

[ Royce is quiet for a while more, and then he shivers and pulls the blankets closer. ]

[devoutish]

It's not winter yet, mate.

[Alfie murmurs.]

We've still got some time.

[bywolves]

I know. [ He rubs absently at his chest. ] I'm not looking forward to it, regardless.

[devoutish]

I'm looking forward to Rosh Hashanah, myself. That'll be sooner than winter.

[bywolves]

Mm. When is it, exactly? [ He sounds a bit distracted, but. ]

[devoutish]

We'll have the dinner two weeks from now.

[A beat.]

Should we still invite Renart?

[bywolves]

[ He shifts. ]

Yeah. Plan on it. I'll tell you if it ends up being different.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Okay.

[He pauses, and then shifts around a little himself, pulling Royce in and wrapping himself around him as well as he can.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce sighs out slow and curls up with Alfie, sinking into the embrace. He's fine with this. He's not quite ready to sleep fully, but he will just sort of doze, easy and relaxed, practically in Alfie's lap. ]

[devoutish]

Love you.

[Alfie murmurs against his hair.]

And what you feel matters very much to me.

[bywolves]

Love you, too. [ It comes sleepily, but he says it. A pause, and then Royce gives Alfie just a little of his contentment, his reassurance. He's okay. ]

[devoutish]

Mm-- I like it when you do that. Show me things you're feeling.

[bywolves]

I like to do it for you. [ Sniff. ] I like it when you do, too.

[devoutish]

[Okay, then Royce can feel some feelings of relaxation and contentment from Alfie, too.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums happily. Yeah. Definitely likes it. ]

Thank you.

[devoutish]

You're welcome.

[Alfie gives him a squeeze.]

You wanna lie here for a bit, then?

[bywolves]

I'd be okay with that. [ He sighs. ] If you have nothing else to do.

[devoutish]

I've got all sorts of things I could do, but I'd like to be with you.

[bywolves]

[ Aw, a smile. He noses a bit at Alfie, and settles. ]

Then yeah. Stay.

[devoutish]

[Alfie hmmms, closes his eyes... and then frowns, opening them again.]

She tried to rip out your throat, you said?

[bywolves]

[ Quiet snort. ] Yeah. She bit me. I'd show you the marks but - I don't have them.

[devoutish]

And it doesn't hurt?

[He runs a thumb gently along the skin of Royce's throat.]

[bywolves]

No. It doesn't. Barely even hurt when she did it. [ He shifts, tilting his head back just enough to give Alfie access to his throat. It's a very trusting motion - something he doesn't think twice about letting Alfie do. ]

[devoutish]

[It's something he would have at least startled a little over as recently as a few months ago, Alfie thinks. Satisfied, but still frowning, he pulls his hand back.]

Right. Think she'd ever do that when you're not immortal?