[ he hasn't heard the phrase good boy in his entire life. it's new and startling and he craves it so deeply that he'd do almost anything - but he does still trust graves to not hurt him. he watches the older man curiously, curled in against him, tangled up with him, almost owlish again but not quite.
graves won't hurt him, but it's clear he'll embarrass him relentlessly. his mouth pulls into a delicate pout and he squirms a little, fussily, but he's not trying to get away, just express mild restlessness. he's practically flushed from head to toe. ]
You... [ he bites his lip, glancing away. ] It's you. Every time.
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graves won't hurt him, but it's clear he'll embarrass him relentlessly. his mouth pulls into a delicate pout and he squirms a little, fussily, but he's not trying to get away, just express mild restlessness. he's practically flushed from head to toe. ]
You... [ he bites his lip, glancing away. ] It's you. Every time.