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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

[Aw. Alfie lightly touches his shoulder.]

You could tell them that you want more.

[bywolves]

I don't know if I do. [ Royce murmurs, with a sigh. ] It seems exhausting. I care for both of them but they're - high maintenance.

The thought is nice, but both of them struggle with jealousy issues as it is.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He leans forward, stealing Royce's teacup; his own is still cooling in the kitchen.]

All right. Just so long as you aren't unhappy.

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't mind. He closes his eyes. ]

I'm unhappy, but I don't think that can be fixed. [ He rests his head on Alfie's shoulder. ] I think I'll always be unhappy to be the third wheel. Not much to be done about it.

It won't weigh on me forever.

[devoutish]

Good.

[Just gonna keep sipping Royce's tea; don't mind if he does.]

You're not mine, you know. My third wheel.

[bywolves]

I know. [ Royce tilts his head up to kiss Alfie on the cheek, and then rests his head back down. ]

I haven't felt that way with you for a long time.

[devoutish]

It bears repeating. And I know you like to hear it.

[bywolves]

I do. I appreciate it. [ There's a small smile on his face. ] If I ever feel unwanted, I know that I came come to you.

[devoutish]

[Wordlessly, Alfie touches his own chest, the way Royce sometimes does.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce lets him feel the sensation of peace and comfort, staying right where he is. ]

[devoutish]

Tell me what else you've been up to?

[Alfie murmurs.]

I've been preoccupied with grief; I haven't asked.

[bywolves]

Not a lot. [ Royce sighs. ] Spent a lot of time at the bath house. Met some new people here and there. You've met K, haven't you?

[devoutish]

Sure. We were teammates.

[bywolves]

Found him out in the woods taking pictures of things. He played the piano for me for a while. It was nice.

[devoutish]

Was there a piano in the woods, or did you bring him back to town?

[bywolves]

Yes, there was a piano in the woods. Just sitting there, magically. The trees led me to it. Right out of a fairy tale.

[devoutish]

Royce, you may joke, but you realize that that could happen here, don't you?

[bywolves]

The woods is a terrible place to keep a piano, Alfie. Just because you can doesn't mean you should.

[devoutish]

A magic piano.

[He flicks Royce on the arm.]

Careful, I'll wish you one.

[bywolves]

I don't even know how to play. [ Royce says, making a face at him. ] It was the piano in the Phone Tap.

[devoutish]

Mmmm. What did he play?

[bywolves]

I didn't catch the names of any of them. A lot of music, though. Fast and slow.

[devoutish]

He's a good sort.

[He runs a hand lazily up and down Royce's arm.]

We might invite him to dinner, someday.

[bywolves]

Yeah. I think he'd enjoy that.

You know he was part of law enforcement, in his own world?

[devoutish]

[... Ugh. Alfie frowns, deeply, but then after a moment's hesitation he reluctantly grumbles:]

So was John. At least he's less loud about it.