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[devoutish]

Not too tight.

[He murmurs, clasping Royce's fingers to his throat for a second.]

Thank you.

[bywolves]

[ There's a little pulse of - something, something Royce doesn't know, when Alfie grips his fingers. It jumps, warm, like his heart skipping a beat. It feels nice. Feels scary, feels intensely vulnerable, after the day he's had, but. ]

No - no. Thank you. [ Royce whispers, unsteadily. ] It... it looks good on you.

[devoutish]

I'll have to go to a mirror.

[He gives Royce's hand another little squeeze, shooting him a quick, questioning look. All right?]

[bywolves]

I'm okay. [ Royce says, with a little smile. ] Sorry. I - ha. I was afraid you would hate it. Or - be uninterested.

[devoutish]

Royce, how could I?

[He grabs Royce's other hand too, holding them both tightly.]

Every bit of your culture is important to me. Hating it, being uninterested - that's impossible; that's never gonna happen.

[bywolves]

[ The smile stays, warming. ]

I know. I overthink. [ He squeezes Alfie's hands. ] I thought about the fact that it isn't particularly useful. That it isn't something you'll get to use often. I wished for books for other people and thought maybe I should've done that for you instead.

I still feel like an impostor, sometimes.

[devoutish]

You gave me this, and I'm honored.

[He tugs the cloak a little more securely around his neck, fussing with the collar.]

How does it look, then? I don't look ridiculous?

[bywolves]

Of course you don't. [ Royce says. He stands back a few steps, looking Alfie over. ] No more than I do in my cloak.

Very dashing. [ Royce says, with a bit of a smile. ]

[devoutish]

Good. I want to fit your things well.

[He adjusts the collar again, fussily.]

Dashing. I like that.

[bywolves]

Is it comfortable enough to wear? You can wear the cloak independently of the rest of it, as well. For when it's cold.

[ A beat. ] I'm glad you like it.

[devoutish]

I love it. Yes. I'm gonna wear it for the rest of the day.

[He says this seriously; earnestly. He's not taking it off until he changes into his pajamas. He'll wear it out, and not care if it makes other people do double-takes.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh no, that makes Royce feel really, really good. The little spike of happiness is very clear through their connection, which Royce mostly tends to keep on and dimmed, these days. ]

You wouldn't look a bit out of place in Elan. [ Royce tells him. ] Maybe we could test how warm it is by going out to get coffee.

[devoutish]

[Alfie sends back something that's warm and bright and enveloping, like a rolling wave.]

Coffee and the library?

[bywolves]

[ Man, Royce could really just live in that emotion. It's very unlike anything he's ever felt on his own. ]

Yeah. Yes, let's do that.