[ Royce scoops Mercy up, rocking her slightly as she sobs into his shirt. He smooths her hair back and whispers something against her ear, whispers a little shhh as he stands. She's almost too big for him to do this, but she makes it easier by clinging to him, shaking like a leaf.
Royce keeps one hand on Alfie, because he needs it and because he knows how close this is, how painful the memories that this brings up are. ]
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Royce keeps one hand on Alfie, because he needs it and because he knows how close this is, how painful the memories that this brings up are. ]
Car. [ Royce agrees, holding onto Alfie's sleeve. He'll follow. ]