[ Royce rubs at the back of his neck. His expression is upset, still, and if Monty looks closely enough he'll see Royce's eyes and cheeks are damp. He hates to leave things like this because he's so fucking aware of how little time any of them have. It could end, one of them could go home or stop existing or - anything. Something.
For now, Royce looks up at Monty with that softer, almost vulnerable look, and then he nods and pulls his hood up. ]
Yeah. Friend. [ It's genuine. And this time, he really does walk away. ]
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For now, Royce looks up at Monty with that softer, almost vulnerable look, and then he nods and pulls his hood up. ]
Yeah. Friend. [ It's genuine. And this time, he really does walk away. ]