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[devoutish]

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[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. ]

[devoutish]

I'm not angry.

[He pulls his hand back.]

Don't know why I'm not, but I'm not. Not a bit. I wish you hadn't lied about it, that's all.

[bywolves]

I - didn't... [ He stops, and swallows hard. ] It wasn't an intentional lie. I was going to tell you eventually.

I couldn't work up the nerve. I didn't want you to be angry for trying to do something I meant to help.

[devoutish]

"Will your back be all right sitting on the ground?"

[Alfie quotes back at him. He's just saying, buddy.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce sinks down further into the couch. ]

That's not a lie.

[devoutish]

It is, a bit, if you already knew the answer.

[Alfie sinks down with him, nestling his head into the crook of Royce's neck.]

[bywolves]

I didn't know the answer. It isn't a lie to ask you how you're doing or if your back will hurt for some other reason than your sciatica, because of the ground.

[devoutish]

Okay.

[bywolves]

[ That, out of everything, shuts Royce up. He quiets, still tense. ]

[devoutish]

I mean it.

[He squeezes Royce's hand again.]

I believe you.

[bywolves]

[ He's quiet for a few more seconds. ]

It helped. [ He admits, guiltily. ] It helped me. Selfishly.

[devoutish]

Because it meant you could do something for me?

[bywolves]

I could fix something for you that had an effect I could clearly see.

[devoutish]

Everything about me is an effect that you can clearly see, Royce.

[bywolves]

[ Silence, again. He gets what Alfie's saying, but he knows Alfie knows what Royce means, too. ]

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna unwish it.

[He says, finally, after a moment.]

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna unwish it.

[He says, finally, after a moment.]

[bywolves]

... You're not?

[devoutish]

I'm not, no. Seems sort of silly to.

[bywolves]

[ Here, you just get to feel the flood of relief from Royce, Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie pats his arm. It's okay, buddy, he knows.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce dims it down, and then turns to curl a bit into Alfie's side. He doesn't want Alfie to feel the guilt, just the relief. A pause. ]

Are you still going to talk to Monty?