[ Royce's fingers twitch, through all of it. He's trying, now, trying to stay out. It hurts too badly to be present so he just isn't, but the songs pull him out of the fog. It's the cracking of Alfie's singing voice that has him reaching out from under the blankets to grab at whatever of Alfie's he can reach, holding on so tightly it probably hurts. It might be a little surprising how tight his grip is, honestly. ]
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