[ He murmurs something quiet, and shuts his tablet off. Has to be able to concentrate, and he can't, not with her hurt and weak smile in his mind. He wants nothing more than to comfort her somehow (the best he can, which he knows isn't much) but he has to make sure.
He takes his things and makes it there. It doesn't take long. He gets there first, and sits on the front porch in the cold, knife in his lap. Not that he could hurt an anomaly if it tried to come at him, but it makes him feel better.
Royce curls up, his hair pulled back the best he can when it's crunchy with dried blood. He waits, watching the snow with what's probably a familiar, brooding look. ]
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He takes his things and makes it there. It doesn't take long. He gets there first, and sits on the front porch in the cold, knife in his lap. Not that he could hurt an anomaly if it tried to come at him, but it makes him feel better.
Royce curls up, his hair pulled back the best he can when it's crunchy with dried blood. He waits, watching the snow with what's probably a familiar, brooding look. ]