I've told you before you're the only thing that matters anymore. [ He says, resting his head back down against the closed toilet lid. ] I can't force it half the time, but that doesn't make it less true.
[ He weighs next to nothing - he didn't weigh much to begin with, when he got here. Now he's practically bones. When Alfie pulls him up, Royce holds onto him instinctively, not wanting to be dropped. This should be humiliating, but honestly? He doesn't care. ]
You can't attack anything if you're holding me. [ He exhales the words - it isn't a protest, he's just saying. He doesn't make any effort to get away. ]
Okay. [ He rests his head against Alfie's shoulder, closing his eyes. He's struggling to stay awake, shivering violently, still freezing to the touch. Going outside is going to suck.
But it'll make for a striking image. Alfie doggedly carrying Royce through the snow, Royce's long, tattered cloak flapping behind them in the wind. ]
[Alfie grabs a couple of blankets to wrap around them in their coats, but he's still shivering violently after only a few minutes outside. Snatching up the end of the cloak, he tries to bring that around them too, trying to cut the wind.]
[Luckily, it's not far - they really are just next door, though they have to walk around to the front entrance. Once they're in, Alfie carefully sets him down on the floor, giving him most of the blankets.]
[ Royce wavers, stumbles a bit when Alfie puts him down, but he makes it to the floor okay. He holds onto the blankets around him tightly and does as he's told, staring down at his hands. When Alfie comes back, he clumsily hides them in his lap, looking slightly dazed. ]
[Alfie's gone for a few minutes, and when he comes back, he's juggling loaves of fresh bread. He'd just grabbed everything he could find; Royce can pick at whatever he wants.]
Here you go.
[He'll place several in Royce's lap, then sit down with the rest himself, scooting up close.]
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[Yeah, he noticed that.]
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[Pause.]
Thank you.
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For what?
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[He staggers to his feet, then reaches back down to lift Royce, cradling him if he'll let him.]
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[He murmurs, heading for the door.]
Safe as we can be. I've bot knives and things in my pockets.
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But it'll make for a striking image. Alfie doggedly carrying Royce through the snow, Royce's long, tattered cloak flapping behind them in the wind. ]
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[He whispers, voice swallowed by the wind.]
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Wait here.
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Here you go.
[He'll place several in Royce's lap, then sit down with the rest himself, scooting up close.]
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