[ Royce carefully reaches to touch the hand, holding it. He's so focused on this. Focused on keeping Alfie together, focused on keeping himself together so that he can do this. The light almost makes him skitter away, but he doesn't. He won't run. He's not afraid, not of Alfie. ]
Stay. [ He whispers, only vaguely lucid. ] Stay with me.
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Stay. [ He whispers, only vaguely lucid. ] Stay with me.