[ no, definitely not that time. credence has found himself, made so much progress in this time he's been living with graves, and this is the result. a young man fully ready to voice his opinions and disapproval. specifically disapproval about this, about being left in the dark, about being forced to worry. credence makes a point to not bother graves while he's working and it's not much to ask to be able to contact him if he needs to.

but graves is apologizing earnestly and credence looks at him, eyes sharp and shuttered in a very familiar way, one he hasn't worn in a long time. ] I'm not going to say it's okay because it's not. [ his voice is even when he speaks now at least: and he's right. the old credence would have said 'it's fine' and 'don't worry about it' because he was too afraid to rock the boat. but now, he's become... ] But I accept your apology.

[ it's definitely not the time to tell credence that he wouldn't even get the courtesy of a sympathetic visit if something did happen to graves, because it would start the argument anew. he's not going to take no for an answer when it does happen, so best to be prepared for that.

credence breathes out slow and trembling before he nods, moving forward and grasping at the front of his coat so that he can look into his eyes. ] You have. I already worry about you enough without this adding to it. I don't care if we have to get you an extra battery to attach to it all day, I want to be able to contact you if you're late or if something happens here. [ he pauses. ] What if your phone had been dead that last time? [ if graves' phone is dead he can't get an alert from credence that something's happened to him. which leaves him in the dark about where credence is, if he's still alive. he's not guilting the older man, simply stating fact. ]

I love you, but I'm very angry and I don't like you very much right now.