prince and his shield

It was half an hour after Royston could accept that he was really a fragment and ran to Steve's house.The fragments of memory he retrieved were extremely complicated and contained a large amount of information.

It's not clear for a while.

The scene changes, and the people I have met are very complicated.

"How did I get in here?" He was full of doubts.

"You asked my neighbor for the key." Steve really didn't know what to say.

Royston stroked his chin and let out a hey: "I'm pretty popular——"

Steve...

"How much did you drink?" Steve frowned.

Didn't you just drink two and a half bottles?

The phone rang, and Royston looked in his trouser pocket.

Steve took out his mobile phone, walked around outside, stopped when he saw the caller ID, turned around, and connected in front of Royston: "Hi, Miss Rose."

"Yes, he's here with me."

"...I'm sober."

"Just send it back?" Steve rubbed his brows, "I thought you would look at him."

"...how long has he been missing?" Steve doubted his ears.

"One month?" His face cracked.

"Disappeared after the accident?!"

Royston froze for a moment, looked around, groped around, and found the desk calendar.

Flipping back and forth, I turned to look at him: "It's June now...huh?"

Steve... Do you remember the date of May [-]st? ? ? !

Isn't that the day after the accident?

After a few casual words, he hung up the phone in a hurry, looked at Royston, and gritted his teeth: "You have been missing for a month."

Royston squinted his eyes and tried hard to recall, but the workload was slightly heavy and it took time to sort it out.

"Where have you been?" Steve said with a look of suppressing some emotions.

Royston hesitated, as if thinking of something, he rolled up his sleeves, and saw the address, number, and signature marked with a marker on it.

Steve also saw the curly 'Crowley'.

Royston raised his arm: "The mystery is solved."

Steve held his breath in his heart and looked at his eyes, as if he wanted to carry him over and beat him up.

Royston rolled down his sleeves and gave a dry cough.

If he wants to get drunk, he needs to drink alcohol continuously, otherwise he will be able to sober himself in about three hours.So, he drank...well, a month's worth of wine.

Hey, he really thought he was only drunk for a few days this time.

But being drunk for a month is not too serious.

"..." Steve couldn't see a trace of remorse or fear from his face.There is a feeling that if he can, he can do it again.

Royston looked innocent, took it for granted, and didn't care at all.

Steve closed his eyes, clenched his hands, and let out a slow breath.

"Do you think I've forgotten everything?" He opened his eyes again, with a straight face.

"..." Royston froze for a moment, "What did you forget?"

"Forget that I saw you in the cab through the porthole, and forget that when I was looking for you in the water, you stood in the water and looked at me." Steve raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to know how confident Royston was in front of him, if he knew that he would never remember.

But he had been lying in the hospital for so long, and the extra time was so much that he was bored.

This memory was turned over by him.

Although he didn't understand why such a memory, which should never be forgotten, was like dried bones, unable to squeeze out any flavor.But now that he has dug it out and discovered it, he will never forget it.

Royston looked stiff.

Steve stares at him until his eyes start to wander, to dodge.

"You don't want to tell me, I won't ask you." Steve sighed softly, "Just don't mess with my memory. I have a lot of memories that I want to cherish, and I can't afford to destroy them." risk."

"Bowen, I will only say these words this time. Although I may not be able to make you trust me like Rose. But—"

"I'll protect you. I'm serious." Steve finished, his eyes slowing down. "Just think of me as an early vaccination. You have your own secrets, and I have mine."

"I respect your secret now. I hope that one day, you will respect mine too."

"I want to get along with you." Steve looked at him gently.

"So, relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You don't have to worry about scaring me off."

Royston stared at him blankly, and the broken memories in his mind spelled out a fragment that made him unable to hold on to himself.

"Can you?" Steve leaned half against the door, looking at him.

He knew Royston would agree.

He is like a child who has lost his sense of security, facing the world with an indestructible appearance, but a little kindness can make him cherish it.

He didn't intend to explore how the contradictory self-protection mechanism of the blog post was formed, he just felt sad.If possible, he hopes to become someone he wants to rely on and trust.

Stop being alone and stubbornly wanting to fight with the whole world.He can only feel comfortable in the malice of others towards him, that kind of life is too uncomfortable.

Royston swallowed dryly, and recovered his voice: "Do you know what you're talking about? Do you know what you're dealing with?"

"I know what I'm talking about. Although I don't know what your secret is, I can even protect it for you." Steve promised earnestly.

He once thought that it would be good to keep a distance and watch Bowen, but now, he doesn't want to take a step back.In the beginning, it was because of Roy himself that he approached him, but now, he wanted to protect Bowen.

I can't tell the reason, maybe it's because I feel that he is too lonely just like myself.

Royston stared at him for a long time, the emotions in his eyes were complicated and unspeakable, like deep water shaking.

Wave after wave went out, forming a huge wave on the edge of the heart.

"Can I pursue you?" Royston asked.

Steve reflexively said: "What?!"

"Can I pursue you?"

"what?"

"Don't understand?" Royston laughed, crossing his legs, "Can I pursue you?"

"..." Steve... what happened?

"Are you awake?" Steve asked.

"I'm wide awake." Royston wrinkled his nose.

"Then...why did you—" Steve huffed.

"I like you, your fault." Royston pouted.

Steve... just don't panic.How the hell did this happen?

"You have my favorite face, my favorite character, and you want to stay with me so hard." Royston blinked, "Also, I need someone to get me out of the past .”

"..." Steve swallowed.

Why did he think Royston was serious and not joking?

This development is very wrong!

Steve covered his head, coughed a few times, and looked at Royston again, making sure that he was really waiting for his answer, and he didn't mean to be joking with himself.

It's numb.

"Why are you?

Well, he did.The face is what he likes, the personality is also what he likes, and he always wants to stay by his side.

"...Didn't you have..." Ah, yes, the person I liked died.

Steve blinked his eyes, and couldn't find a way to stop this weird trend from developing for a while.

"I have someone I like." Steve barely found a reason.

"I know."

"…" Steve looked at him.

Any idea why this question is still being asked? !

"I also have someone I like, and he's dead." Royston didn't know when he was able to say this directly.

It is also possible that only in front of him can one speak frankly.

"Is the person you like still alive?" Royston looked straight into his eyes.

"..." Steve fell silent for a while, looking at him, his Adam's apple rolled.

"Yes, I guess so." Royston stood up and approached him.

"Steve, can I pursue you?" Royston looked straight into his eyes, refusing to mistake the slightest emotion in it.

Steve took a step back in shock.

"I... this matter..." Steve remembered what he had promised Rose not long ago.

"We, we can't." He stammered, "Bowen, we can't."

In any case, no way!

"You don't like my face." Royston raised his hand to clamp his face, forcing him to look at himself.

Steve...

He pushed his hand away: "It's not a matter of face!"

"But the person you used to like is dead." Royston poked him in the heart indifferently.

Because the situation in front of him was too weird, Steve couldn't bring himself to get angry with him.

"I'm single, and so are you." Royston continued, "There's no one you like, and neither is mine."

"why not?"

Because you're the grandson of someone I like?Steve was afraid that Royston would drive him crazy if he said this.

"...I have no intention of resuming a relationship." Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He needed to be serious, and no one could tell if Royston was joking or serious about his request.He has to take it all seriously.

"I'm sorry. But this matter, it's not appropriate." Steve tried to refuse more tactfully, but not too tactfully.

"Because you couldn't let go of the past?" Royston's rabbit-like eyes were always cold, without any hooked elements related to cuteness.

But Steve saw an extremely warm flame in his eyes by illusion, like tenderness.

"It has nothing to do with letting go." Steve looked away.

"Bowen, it's just that there is no such possibility between us." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and flicked his fingers. Feeling that he was too unstable, he straightened his back and faced him.

"Stop talking like that again."

He left a sentence and turned around in a hurry: "I boiled some water, you can drink some hot water. I'll take you home later."

"I don't want to go back, there's no one there but me." Royston pouted.

There are too many heart-warming elements in these words.Steve reasonably suspects that he did it on purpose.

Steve looked back at him, realizing that he didn't take his rejection as embarrassing or unacceptable.More like expected, or prepared.

Frowning, Steve found it difficult.

Just a month ago, Royston could still clearly remember every word he confessed to others through the microphone, beyond himself.Will such feelings be let go by him so quickly?

Or did he come up with this method in order to let go?

He didn't dare to take the initiative to bring up this topic, he just pretended not to know.

"I don't have any extra guest rooms in my house."

"I can sleep on the sofa."

"..." Steve wrote it all over his face, can you still sleep on the sofa?

"Don't drive me away." Royston pouted, showing a pitiful expression.

Some weakness oozes from Steve's body: "Bowen, why me?"

"I said it." Royston walked around behind him, "You have my favorite face, my favorite character, and you want to stay by my side and protect me."

"Tell me, who wouldn't be tempted by someone like this around you? Steve—don't think that I won't seriously like others." Royston said slowly, "I can leave all my waiting to you."

Steve felt like he couldn't speak up to him.He never felt that Bowen was a casual playboy, although he acted like it.

But, this thing, really...

"Don't waste your energy on me, Bowen." Steve finally said, "You're just wasting your time."

"Can I stay overnight? I don't want to go back alone." Royston stopped pestering him for an answer, and just looked at him pitifully.

He still pretended not to be like that, his eyes were full of bad ideas, bubbling and bubbling.

Steve... "...you sleep on the couch."

"No problem." Royston made an OK gesture.

Steve... ah, my skull hurts.

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The four days of the day are over—【Ah, collapse】

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