[network] @ASolomons; audio, morning of 265 [open]

[devoutish]

The fuck is going on?

[He sounds exhausted, as per usual, and his voice is hoarse and raw - he's been doing a lot of non-stop talking these past few days, trying to keep Royce engaged.]

Right - the lot of you, sound off. What happened, and what needs to be done?

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[devoutish]

Talk. I'll talk.

[Hoarse voice or not, he gives no fucks.]

[bywolves]

You've been talking. [ He worries about your voice, buddy. ]

[devoutish]

I'll keep fucking talking.

[bywolves]

I'm - fine. [ He's better. Than he was. He stands up shakily, and makes his way to the bedroom of the house he's in. For the first time in a while, he just wants a bed. Alfie has most of their blankets, but he's got two. That'll have to be enough. ]

I'm fine. [ He says again, like he can convince himself. He sets the tablet down on the bed so he can stubbornly put the bed together. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah. So'm I.

[But which he means he is not fine at all and he knows Royce isn't either.]

[bywolves]

[ He feels the numbness creeping in, and he welcomes it. All he wants is to not have to feel for a while. ]

I can't - I can't walk today. [ Royce says, unsteadily. ] Tomorrow.

[devoutish]

Stay on with me?

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He curls up around his tablet, like he did before. This time he's cocooned in blankets. It's still not good, but he doesn't hurt, at least. He's so tired. ] I'm fading. Might not - might not be good for talking.

[devoutish]

Don't talk, then. Just don't hang up.

[bywolves]

Alright. [ He won't. He'll probably fall asleep soon, but he won't hang up. At least he has this. ]