[ it's funny. graves had said, that first time, that he was a difficult man to love. for credence it's not the loving that's difficult - he has that in spades - but the worry. credence knows that though, and what kind of man would he be if he couldn't weather it? one that didn't deserve this in the first place. still, this doesn't mean he can't remind his older lover of things, necessary things like points of contact.
credence leans into graves' touch easily, head tipping toward his hand as he looks at him. ] That's a very good deal. [ he wraps his arms around graves' neck slowly, leaning into him and pressing their foreheads together. ] I'll gladly accept it. [ honestly, now that he's back there's so much relief flooding his system that he can't think of much else. there's a flicker of what he used to be, scared and timid and trying to exist as small as possible.
finally he lifts his head again, tucking a strand of the older man's hair back into place. it's a habitual movement, something he likes to use as a gentle affection. ] I don't know what I'd do without you.
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credence leans into graves' touch easily, head tipping toward his hand as he looks at him. ] That's a very good deal. [ he wraps his arms around graves' neck slowly, leaning into him and pressing their foreheads together. ] I'll gladly accept it. [ honestly, now that he's back there's so much relief flooding his system that he can't think of much else. there's a flicker of what he used to be, scared and timid and trying to exist as small as possible.
finally he lifts his head again, tucking a strand of the older man's hair back into place. it's a habitual movement, something he likes to use as a gentle affection. ] I don't know what I'd do without you.