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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

He does seem to be making a habit of that.

[Alfie grumbles, toeing his shoes off and letting them fall to the floor. He'll reach for Royce's next, if Royce doesn't object.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce allows it. He's kind of just a lump right now, too miserable to do anything resembling function. ]

I don't know what to do. [ He says, quietly. ] I like him. I know who he is and I like what he is. I enjoy that he is clever and a sneak.

But not when he is that to you. Or to me, even though he swore he would never.

[devoutish]

Did you believe him?

[bywolves]

That's the problem. I want to. I don't know if I can.

I think I do. But that doubt will always be there.

[devoutish]

It sounds to me, right, like he goes off his fucking head wherever Renart is concerned. He's not this much of a fucking idiot all the time, is he?

[bywolves]

No. He's not. He's not that much of an idiot.

[devoutish]

Well. He is some sort of idiot.

[He curls himself around Royce as best as he can, making sure the blanket is secure around his shoulders.]

And you're wonderful.

[bywolves]

He's some sort of idiot. [ Royce says, with a slow, heavy sigh. He's quiet, just being held for a moment, and then: ]

I don't... I don't want to cut him off entirely.

[devoutish]

What do you want, then?

[bywolves]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I think if I knew exactly I wouldn't be this upset.

[devoutish]

Give it time, then, eh? That's very reasonable.

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He reaches for Alfie's hand. ] That's all I can do these days.

[devoutish]

No, it's not.

[Alfie squeezes his hand, then kisses his knuckles.]

You do very well, most days. You do more than just hang on.

[bywolves]

[ He watches from under his hood. ]

Most of my problems are just things I have to wait on, right now. That's all.

[devoutish]

[Alfie hangs on his next words, thinking something hard but not letting it come out.]

[bywolves]

[ A beat, and then, softer: ] You can say what you want to. My day won't get any worse.

[devoutish]

No, it's only--

[He stops.]

[bywolves]

Alfie. [ He sounds a little worried, but. ]

[devoutish]

It's nothing awful, Royce. Just-- my back.

Did you wish my back fixed?

[bywolves]

[ Silence. Fuck. He can't - lie, he can't lie, but. If he says yes...

Just silence. ]

[devoutish]

Royce?

[bywolves]

Yes. [ He holds on very tightly to Alfie's hand, sinking further into his hood. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie nods, slowly.]

Yeah.

[bywolves]

[ More silence. He doesn't want to say anything else until he knows how angry Alfie is. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie brings a hand up, brushing his thumb under Royce's eye, checking for tears.]