[Neither will Alfie. He won't even say anything when Royce brings his bag over, which is a mark of trust and familiarity in and of itself - most people, he'd be watching like a hawk right now, to make sure they aren't trying any funny business.
He sleeps sitting upright on the floor, between the girls, which his back will regret later even if his head won't. And in the morning, he'll drift in and out of sleep for a while before properly waking - partly because of his forever-lingering illness, and partly because there's really no need for him to rush. He'd barely unpacked last night, and hadn't bothered with any of his usual nighttime rituals like changing his clothes or checking on the skin of his extremities. When they need to go, he can be up and ready in just a few minutes.
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He sleeps sitting upright on the floor, between the girls, which his back will regret later even if his head won't. And in the morning, he'll drift in and out of sleep for a while before properly waking - partly because of his forever-lingering illness, and partly because there's really no need for him to rush. He'd barely unpacked last night, and hadn't bothered with any of his usual nighttime rituals like changing his clothes or checking on the skin of his extremities. When they need to go, he can be up and ready in just a few minutes.
But they don't need to go yet.]