[ graves holds him and soothes him because he knows that he's the only sanctuary credence allows himself to have. he doesn't forget how his shoulders shake when he's trying to hold back sobs, how graves' own heart aches for him when he hears the pain in every muffled whimper, everything he tries to hold back for everyone's sake.
his fingers come to bury themselves in his hair, and he cradles the back of his head as he sits up. his other hand cups his face when he kiss ends, and he presses his forehead to his, intimate, warm. ]
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his fingers come to bury themselves in his hair, and he cradles the back of his head as he sits up. his other hand cups his face when he kiss ends, and he presses his forehead to his, intimate, warm. ]
Will you come away with me?