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[ It's a fair enough question, which Royce thinks about as he sort of just flops there. When Alfie starts to hum, Royce pulls himself up to stand, shivering, and then heads back to the bed, sliding under the covers. He's less - hesitant isn't the word, but maybe reserved. Before, curling up with Alfie was always with just the slightest bit of holding back. Like a cat on a stranger's lap, comfortable but ready to bolt if necessary.

But now, with years in his head and the lack of personal space from all those years, he just curls up right against Alfie's side, almost instinctively trying to big spoon him. Melts right there. He rests his head on Alfie's shoulder and closes his eyes, listening. ]