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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Mm. I'm joining in with the madness.

[bywolves]

And people think you're the bad influence.

[devoutish]

I am. Fucking awful influence.

[bywolves]

Very fucking awful.

[devoutish]

[He kisses Royce's cheek.]

Give the stew a stir, will you?

[bywolves]

[ Royce reaches over to stir the stew idly, with a hum. ]

I do like your stew. By the way.

[devoutish]

I know you do. You eat enough of it.

[bywolves]

Yes, well. It's all you make, of course I eat enough of it.

[devoutish]

[You and this sass, Royce.]

Just watch, I really will make you nothing but stew for a week.

[bywolves]

[ It means he's in a good mood, honestly. ]

With what? The rabbits I won't catch? [ NYEHHH ]

[devoutish]

I will push you off this counter.

[bywolves]

Will not.

[devoutish]

[Well, Alfie has to shove him now. It's not a very hard shove, though.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs, catching himself before he goes tumbling off. ]

Alfie Solomons. [ He reprimands playfully. ] What if I'd fallen off and broke my neck?

[devoutish]

Then you would have had something to hold over my head for the rest of our lives.

[bywolves]

True. [ He nudges Alfie gently with a hum. And just so Alfie knows - Royce sends him the flood of happiness he feels at being able to joke like this, again. ]

[devoutish]

[Awww. Alfie tilts his head to rest it against Royce's for a moment, then pulls back so that he can lean over and stir the stew.]

[bywolves]

[ He's quiet for a moment, just soaking it in, and then: ]

The rest of our lives. [ He repeats. He likes the sound of that. ] I'm glad.

[devoutish]

[It's a very sweet sentiment, but the context still makes Alfie grin cheekily]

Glad to hold things over me?

[bywolves]

[ He laughs. ]

I'd do that no matter how long we live, Alfie.

[devoutish]

[SIGHS]

I suppose I'd better get used to it now.

[bywolves]

[ Royce rests his head on Alfie's shoulder. ]

As if you're not already used to it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie wraps an arm around Royce's shoulders, falling into companionable silence as he waits for the stew to cook.]

[bywolves]

[ He sits for a while, taking in that companionable silence, and then he reaches to take Alfie's hand. ]

Hey, Alfie.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He turns his hand over in Royce's, threading their fingers together.]