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[devoutish]

[He covers Royce's hand with his own, giving it a squeeze.]

Hold on a moment. I need to do something.

[bywolves]

[ Still mostly asleep, Royce sinks back down into the covers, curling up into a ball, and doesn't answer. He'll be okay. ]

[devoutish]

[After a minute or two, Alfie returns to him, scooping him and half the blankets into his arms.]

[bywolves]

[ That wakes Royce up. He startles at the movement, protesting mumbled and incomprehensible. What? What's going on - he paws at Alfie's arms, struggling a little, not sure what's happening. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie hesitates, leaning his shoulder heavily against the wall.]

We should go, Royce. Just for a bit.

[bywolves]

No. [ Royce mumbles. He shivers visibly from head to toe, curling into Alfie. ] Cold. I can't.

[devoutish]

I'll carry you.

[bywolves]

No. [ Royce says, sharper. It's probably the clearest thing he's said since House. ] Too cold. You can't.

[devoutish]

I want to get you better food.

[But he's already starting to set Royce down. He's not going to force him.]

[bywolves]

Not hungry. [ Royce mutters. He doesn't know where they are, or what day it is, or anything other than he wants to sleep forever. Maybe he'll die in his sleep. That'd be easy. He just wants easy.

He shivers and grabs for the blankets, trying to put them over Alfie, too. The sun is gone. The temperature is far, far into the negatives. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives up, again, and slides back down onto the mattress next to him.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce covers him in blankets, half-assed, and then sinks back down to pass out again. And this time, he dreams.

This time, he dreams of the sun, dreams of riding Mouse out in tall fields of grass, Hadrian whistling behind him. It's bright and it almost hurts his eyes and he welcomes it. He dreams of reaching for the sun, tilting his head back to feel it, and not being able to. It's cold. The sun is there but there's no warmth, and in his sleep he cries, tears dripping down his cheeks. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't try to wake him, but when he notices the tears, he wipes them away with his sleeve.

He's too tired to cry himself.]

[bywolves]

[ When he actually wakes, maybe an hour later, he slowly opens his eyes. He's in so much pain he can't actually sleep - it was bearable before, but the shivering is making it worse. The shivering makes his bones throb. He doesn't say anything, just reaches up to hold onto the front of Alfie's shirt. ]

[devoutish]

I wish I could--

[He coughs, stroking unsteady fingers over the back of Royce's hand.]

[bywolves]

[ He doesn't say anything, just holds. He's awake, sure, but he's distant again, staring down at the mattress. He doesn't pull away, though. He'll take the comfort. ]

[devoutish]

[It's cold comfort, Alfie thinks; it's not enough. He stares at their hands, and then lets his fall onto his leg. Does it really make any sort of difference?]

[bywolves]

[ There's a pause, and then Royce shakily pulls his hand back and curls it to his chest. Okay. He probably doesn't deserve it. It's okay. It takes him a long moment to figure out how to form words, and when he does, they're quiet and blank. ]

Should take Vicodin and sleep.

[devoutish]

Don't take Vicodin, mate. All right?

[bywolves]

Why?

[devoutish]

We should be saving it.

[bywolves]

For what?

[devoutish]

Grievous physical injury.

[bywolves]

[ There's a pause, and then he curls up further. ]

Okay.

[devoutish]

Do you want a sleeping pill?