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[devoutish]

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[bywolves]

Hm. [ He closes his eyes, thinking. ] I should make you compose a song for me or something along those lines, but really, the fact that you're practically in my lap is proof enough.

[devoutish]

[He pauses for a few moments, and then starts in with:]

Royce, oh Royce, how can I explain what you mean to me--

[Yes, this is being sung in some sort of tune.]

[bywolves]

No - no, no! No more singing! [ Royce says hurriedly, slapping a hand over Alfie's mouth. ] I've had enough singing for a lifetime.

[devoutish]

[Chuckling, Alfie bats at his hand.]

All right, all right; fucking hell. What's gotten into you, eh?

[bywolves]

[ HEAVY SIGH. ]

Monty keeps cornering me and singing to me. Music happens and everything. It's too much.

[devoutish]

Hm. You could give him a kick in the balls.

[bywolves]

[ Royce opens his mouth - and just barely stops himself from saying what was going to come out. He flushes slightly instead, and grabs for the bottle to drink from it. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie hmmmms again, nudging his chin into his shoulder.]

You're definitely a bit drunk, yeah.

[bywolves]

Shh. [ Royce grumbles, chewing at the lip of the bottom absently. ] It's been a while since I've had this much this fast.

[devoutish]

Do you wanna stop?

[He asks, taking another sip for himself.]

[bywolves]

No. [ Grabby hands. ] Kind of want to regret it in the morning.

[devoutish]

I'm sorry.

[He curls a lock of Royce's hair around his finger, then tucks it behind his ear.]

I had the idea of trying to make this a fun evening for you.

[But he's starting to get the feeling that it's not going to turn out that way.]

[bywolves]

[ A pause. ]

I - am I ruining it? [ He asks hesitantly, dropping the hand reaching for the bottle. He thought the evening was going okay. ]

[devoutish]

You are not.

[He kisses Royce on the cheek.]

Not at all.

[Really, he knows that big, demonstrative displays of happiness aren't really Royce's thing - he'd just gotten caught up in the idea of it, remembering raucous evenings with everybody back home.]

[bywolves]

[ The kiss on the cheek is nice, but Royce still has an uncertain look on his face. He has no idea what Alfie had been imagining - he's going over everything that's happened, trying to figure out if he said anything particularly melancholy. ]

I meant - I meant that as a joke. Regretting it in the morning. [ His voice is still hesitant. ]

[devoutish]

All right.

[He sends over some reassurance as he reaches for the bottle, nudging it back into Royce's hands.]

Any evening spent with you is a perfect one to me, eh?

[bywolves]

[ He takes the bottle, looking down at it. He's trying not to let it get to him, because he knows that'll just make things worse. ]

Yeah. Okay. [ All it takes is one thing to get under his skin, and he's annoyed with himself for feeling uncertain. ] Are you sure?

[devoutish]

If I can't sing a song to prove it to you, can I do a dance?

[bywolves]

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

No. [ A pause. He plays with the bottle a little. ] Were you expecting something from me that I didn't pick up on?

[devoutish]

Royce.

[He takes him gently by the shoulders, turning him to face himself.]

I hope that you can have a good time tonight, that's all. That's not even an expectation, it's just a hope.

[bywolves]

[ He startles slightly at his name, but it gets him to stop spiraling. He meets Alfie's gaze, facing him as well. ]

I have been having a good time. That's why what you said confused me.

[devoutish]

[He lightly taps their foreheads together, just once.]

Then the idea I had is working, and there's nothing for either of us to worry about.

[bywolves]

[ He's still feeling anxious about it - Alfie will feel the little tendrils of it coming off Royce - but he's figuring that answer is going to have to do. He pulls back a bit, trying his best to make it natural and not stilted, and then takes a sip of the wine before placing it back in Alfie's lap.

He grabs for the movie at the end of the bed and stands up. Lady mrowls? in his direction and Bear lifts his head, watching. ]

[devoutish]

No, no, no, come here-- come here.

[He makes little grabby motions for Royce.]

Come back.

[bywolves]

We were going to watch this. [ Royce says, pausing. But he sits back down on the bed, at least. Doesn't crawl back into Alfie's lap, but he sits. ]