Characters: Alfie and Royce Location: Downtown Date: Day 292 to Day 295 Summary: Exposure effects, a brief reprieve, and then event shenanigans. Warnings: Nothing yet, will update if anything comes up.
[ That's all he can get out without losing the battle against the tears that are struggling to get free. He goes quiet, trying to even out his breathing with deep and steady inhales and exhales. He's okay. He knows they probably have time, it's just.
He wouldn't be completely alone, he knows. But he doesn't have a place by the side of anybody else, here. He doesn't want to live the rest of his life being a third wheel. ]
[ Royce leans into the embrace, eyes still closed. ]
You shrunk. [ Royce mumbles, hiding his face. He's trying not to be depressing but - the poisoning still lurks in him, makes it hard to pull himself back up out of the yawning pit. ] You're going to end up even shorter than me.
I like you being bigger than me, too. [ For a lot of reasons. He's joking, here, but his voice is wet. ] People keep mistaking me as the muscle, you know.
[ It is decently reassuring. Alfie's old, but he's not quite on his death bed yet, and Royce needs to remember that. ]
A lot. [ Royce sighs out, after a long moment of debating with himself. He sounds exhausted, turning to fuss at both of them, adjusting pillows and blankets and then settling down again, holding on tight. ] Just doesn't hit as hard as it does when it's your birthday.
Sorry. I'm going to avoid thinking about it. [ This isn't the time to pull this, he thinks. Not today. Not to make Alfie feel bad about getting older. A beat, and he presses another kiss to the side of Alfie's head. ] Drink your tea.
We're going to need more matches soon. [ Royce says, shifting to pull Alfie close after he's adjusted his position. He manages to make it comfortable and also keep Alfie's feet cozy in his lap. ] Better?
[A part of him - a big part, if he's honest with himself - wouldn't really be able to be mad at Royce if he did try to off himself. It's not like Alfie hasn't thought about it plenty of times before. And while hearing that he wouldn't should be a relief to hear, the way Royce says it sounds so hopeless. He won't do it, but only because it would be pointless.
He brings Royce's hand up and kisses the back of it, saying nothing.]
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Yeah.
[His fingers tangle in Royce's hair.]
Yeah, I will; yeah.
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[ That's all he can get out without losing the battle against the tears that are struggling to get free. He goes quiet, trying to even out his breathing with deep and steady inhales and exhales. He's okay. He knows they probably have time, it's just.
He wouldn't be completely alone, he knows. But he doesn't have a place by the side of anybody else, here. He doesn't want to live the rest of his life being a third wheel. ]
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[As he's trying to wrap Royce up in his arms as well as he can, he remarks:]
I used to be bigger.
[It used to be easier to just engulf him.]
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You shrunk. [ Royce mumbles, hiding his face. He's trying not to be depressing but - the poisoning still lurks in him, makes it hard to pull himself back up out of the yawning pit. ] You're going to end up even shorter than me.
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[He squeezes Royce's fingers, trying to reassure him with how firm his grip is.]
Let me ask you something. How often do you worry about this, but not want to tell me about it?
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A lot. [ Royce sighs out, after a long moment of debating with himself. He sounds exhausted, turning to fuss at both of them, adjusting pillows and blankets and then settling down again, holding on tight. ] Just doesn't hit as hard as it does when it's your birthday.
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You say that like it's easy. But sure. Sure.
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Sorry. I'm going to avoid thinking about it. [ This isn't the time to pull this, he thinks. Not today. Not to make Alfie feel bad about getting older. A beat, and he presses another kiss to the side of Alfie's head. ] Drink your tea.
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I'll collect you some snow to melt, later.
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[He takes a small sip of the tea.]
Royce.
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cw: suicide reference
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He brings Royce's hand up and kisses the back of it, saying nothing.]
cw: suicide reference
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