[ this is different; this is definitely different from graves' preliminary intentions -- to seduce the boy to ensure his safety. no, it's become more than that, love blossoming from the imperative to survive. he's asked something reckless of credence, something he knows the boy has never contemplated before. he can sense it in the surprise and the fear, and it's impressive how he contains himself after.

then again, isn't that already a part of credence's nature, that self-restraint beaten into him by years of discipline? graves watches him, fascinated by the play of emotions across his face, but that relief and pleasure is short-lived. ]

I don't want you to suffer, Credence. Not anymore. [ his hands come to cup his face, his expression turning serious, sober. ] I've heard you crying, I've heard what she does to you, seen the marks on your skin. I won't let you suffer anymore. [ he leans up to kiss him softly, slowly. ] Let me take care of you. We can run away where they can't find us. Pretend we are cousins.