[ He does, finally. He moves, slowly, to sit by Alfie on the ground, legs folded. He almost distantly wishes his hair was still long - he'd cut it ages ago, unable to take care of it in this type of world.
Royce just stares down at the ground, not bothering to hide his face. ]
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Royce just stares down at the ground, not bothering to hide his face. ]