low, but honest and true, and graves stifles a grimace when credence brings it up. what if his phone had been dead the last time, indeed -- he can't even begin to imagine the chaos it would wreak, the fact that he could have lost him. he stiffens just a little, and reaches out to touch his cheek just briefly. yes, yes he really deserves that one, because in between all his meetings and the fires he has to put out, this one had, for the moment, slipped his mind.
making a mental note to acquire a new battery the next chance he gets, graves exhales a near inaudible sigh. the lines of worry and anger on credence's face haven't all been dispelled; his young lover's practically radiating anger, even if he's quelled just a little more from when he'd tossed the charger at his feet. he's close, grasping he front of his coat like he'd afraid graves will slip away like so much smoke, and a part of him marvels at the depth of his concern, the care.
he can't imagine what it would be like to lose him because of a dead fucking battery. credence's safety, after all, is paramount, and he's reminded him of it. instead of uttering another apology (which would serve no purpose whatsoever now that his lover has accepted it), he goes. ]
What can I do to make it up to you? [ because that's the important thing, isn't it? credence is rightfully asserting himself, and graves is giving him his due -- he demands to be treated like an equal, not a pet within these luxurious four walls; and graves will give it to him.
...also, he just said he loves him. graves doesn't know what to think of that, either. ]
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low, but honest and true, and graves stifles a grimace when credence brings it up. what if his phone had been dead the last time, indeed -- he can't even begin to imagine the chaos it would wreak, the fact that he could have lost him. he stiffens just a little, and reaches out to touch his cheek just briefly. yes, yes he really deserves that one, because in between all his meetings and the fires he has to put out, this one had, for the moment, slipped his mind.
making a mental note to acquire a new battery the next chance he gets, graves exhales a near inaudible sigh. the lines of worry and anger on credence's face haven't all been dispelled; his young lover's practically radiating anger, even if he's quelled just a little more from when he'd tossed the charger at his feet. he's close, grasping he front of his coat like he'd afraid graves will slip away like so much smoke, and a part of him marvels at the depth of his concern, the care.
he can't imagine what it would be like to lose him because of a dead fucking battery. credence's safety, after all, is paramount, and he's reminded him of it. instead of uttering another apology (which would serve no purpose whatsoever now that his lover has accepted it), he goes. ]
What can I do to make it up to you? [ because that's the important thing, isn't it? credence is rightfully asserting himself, and graves is giving him his due -- he demands to be treated like an equal, not a pet within these luxurious four walls; and graves will give it to him.
...also, he just said he loves him. graves doesn't know what to think of that, either. ]