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[devoutish]

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[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.]

[bywolves]

[ He's not actively crying now, but his cheeks are still damp. The feeling of Alfie's hand actually makes him flinch just the slightest bit, with how on edge he is, but he doesn't pull away. ]