[ his hands grip a little more tightly to the front of graves' shirt again, teeth catching at the skin in a sharp little nip before he leans into the fingers in his hair with a soft exhale.
the way graves says his name is so nice--but then he stills, surprised. when credence pulls back to look at him and search his face there's no hint of hurt in his expression but instead a wary sort of questioning. he lets go then, feeling a little cowed despite himself, and glances away once before nodding.
(maybe graves doesn't actually want him that way any more? it's a flutter of nervousness in the face of the obvious fact he still does.) ] I am...
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the way graves says his name is so nice--but then he stills, surprised. when credence pulls back to look at him and search his face there's no hint of hurt in his expression but instead a wary sort of questioning. he lets go then, feeling a little cowed despite himself, and glances away once before nodding.
(maybe graves doesn't actually want him that way any more? it's a flutter of nervousness in the face of the obvious fact he still does.) ] I am...