[ Old habits definitely die hard. After months of being stuck in a harsh place like Norfinbury, Royce has almost trained himself to be a guard dog. He'll be happy to get his own place to sleep here and there, but he's gotten so used to having them all close that he's not sure he can give it up just yet.
It doesn't seem like that long ago that he couldn't stand to be in the same room as any of them. And now he doesn't know what he's going to do when he goes home. ]
He called it room service, right? [ Royce asks, sitting on one of the beds experimentally. ]
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It doesn't seem like that long ago that he couldn't stand to be in the same room as any of them. And now he doesn't know what he's going to do when he goes home. ]
He called it room service, right? [ Royce asks, sitting on one of the beds experimentally. ]