[ somehow, credence hadn't expected to actually be questioned about the quiet thought. it's stupid to have thought that though, and he hesitates before he says anything. he seems shy again suddenly but he doesn't look away. ]
You.
[ soft, barely audible. his hand comes up to touch the side of his face, fingers tracing the line of his jaw. ] I don't know how else to say it. I want to stay with you. Always.
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You.
[ soft, barely audible. his hand comes up to touch the side of his face, fingers tracing the line of his jaw. ] I don't know how else to say it. I want to stay with you. Always.