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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

Mmmm.

[He adds one more stray piece to the pile of shards, then gives Royce's arm a little tug.]

C'mere.

[bywolves]

[ Royce goes willingly, all the anger in his body language extinguished. He just looks worn out. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie leans into him, burying his face in his chest.]

You're a comfort to me.

[bywolves]

[ Royce wraps his arms around Alfie and rests his head on top of Alfie's, holding him close. ]

You're a comfort to me. [ He murmurs. ] If we go through with getting memories, Alfie... [ A beat. ] I'll try to take it well.

[devoutish]

Mm. Don't try to ignore or push away your feelings, though; that wouldn't be taking it well.

[bywolves]

I know. There's only so much I can do to deal with it. I'm going to try but I can't - promise I won't falter.

[devoutish]

I've never wanted perfection from you, Royce. You've certainly never required it from me.

[bywolves]

[ He nods a little against the side of Alfie's head. ]

I want to sit with you on the couch and read for a while. If you're not busy.

[devoutish]

Yeah. I want that, too.

[bywolves]

[ Royce stands up, and then offers his hands to Alfie, in order to help him up. ]

[devoutish]

[He lets himself be tugged, then pulls away to turn back to the stove. He wants to get the uneaten stew put away before it spoils; it's been sitting out for too long as it is.]

Royce.

[bywolves]

Alfie. [ Royce answers, rubbing at the back of his neck. ]

[devoutish]

Please don't go wish for it on your own and try to hide it.

[bywolves]

[ Oof. Royce shifts uncomfortably, and then: ] I won't.

I'm not sure I could hide it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie is almost positive that he couldn't, but the reassurance that he won't try helps.]

Thank you.

[bywolves]

Yeah.

I'm going to go get my book. I'll meet you on the couch.

[devoutish]

[Alfie will join him a couple of minutes later. If Royce will let him, he'll wedge himself between Royce and the back of the couch, flopping halfway on top of him.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce allows it, with a slight huff of amusement. He settles against Alfie comfortably, and he'll read in silence, though he does reach over to rest a hand on top of Alfie's. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't bring a book of his own; he's just reading over Royce's should here, gone totally relaxed and boneless.]