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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

Mm. Do you think it's too low to bring those types of things up in public?

[devoutish]

Low? Yeah. Too low? Not at all. I'd do it, myself.

[bywolves]

[ He sinks a little closer. ]

If I wasn't hesitant to air my own dirty laundry in public, I'd use the fact that he got me killed far more often.

[devoutish]

To me, it all depends on how it's aired. You know what I mean?

[bywolves]

I do. [ He's done it before, just. ] Sometimes I can't find the balance.

[devoutish]

Really? Seems like you've done a decent enough job to me.

[bywolves]

[ Royce glances up at him, lips twitching. ]

Hm. Maybe.

[devoutish]

I could bring it up instead, if you like. Help you keep your high ground.

[bywolves]

[ Snort. ]

You can do that, and you can help me dig up dirt on John.

[devoutish]

Royce Melborn, I would be honored.

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs, pulling himself up and away from Alfie gently, putting his feet on the ground. Or trying to, anyway. ]

I thought you might be. It'll make it easier to get through the winter.

[devoutish]

Yes. Some detective work, if you will. As if I worked for the police.

[He's making minor grabby hands at Royce, just to show his displeasure at having him pull away, but he doesn't try to prevent him from going.]

[bywolves]

Oh, I'm sure he'll love that. Make sure to phrase it like that. And if he protests, tell him you wouldn't have pried if he had just been honest with you. [ Royce says, amused. He grabs for those grabby hands. C'mere. If Alfie stands, Royce will go ahead and hug him, full on face buried in Alfie's chest, fingers gripping at the back of his shirt. ]

[devoutish]

Ah Royce, what lovely ideas you're giving me.

[He lets himself be reeled in, as always, and he readily wraps his arms around Royce, holding him tight.]

Love you.

[He says, running his fingers through his hair.]

[bywolves]

Love you. [ Royce mumbles, sinking into Alfie for a moment. His comfort is clear through the way he stands and their connection, the anger and distress from earlier mostly gone.

After a moment, he speaks again, though he doesn't bother pulling away. ]

I've got something for you. Also.

[devoutish]

For me?

[He nuzzles his nose into Royce's hair, not pulling back either.]

What is it?

[bywolves]

A present. I might make you wait a few days. It isn't quite Wintertide yet. [ Tease, tease. ]

[devoutish]

No, no; you can give it to me now. Go on, then.

[bywolves]

[ A small grin that he hides in Alfie's shirt. ]

What am I supposed to give you for Wintertide if I give you it now, hm?

[devoutish]

Have you got any idea when Wintertide is?

[bywolves]

Well. Presumably it's in the winter.

[devoutish]

We're close enough, then.

[bywolves]

[ He pulls away gently, and takes Alfie's hand instead. ]

Hm. Very convincing. [ And he'll drag him off towards the living room. Sit down while he goes to get it, Alfie, he'll be right back. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie, again, allows this, flopping down on the couch and kicking his legs up.]

Shall I close my eyes? Is it a surprise?

[bywolves]

You don't need to close your eyes, I have it wrapped. [ Royce calls to him from the bedroom. And indeed, when he comes out, he has a box that is - wrapped. Kind of. Royce has no idea how to wrap a present so it's kind of a disaster but. He tried!

A little nervously, Royce sits down on the couch with it in his lap, and hesitates. ]