[ graves turns the stove off to let the steaks sit, the sleeves of his well-pressed tailored dress shirt folded up to his elbows, black vest still neatly buttoned. he has been thinking of what he'd say ever since he left credence's show and made his way here, churning through all the possible openings, and now in the face of credence's surprise graves discards all of them.
they seem inappropriate, all of them, because he thinks of credence's heated response, his declaration of love for him to another, and he understands that this is how credence loves him; with patience, with loyalty, with everything graves does not deserve but is given anyway. all credence has done is trust him, and it's graves' obligation as a lover, as a partner, to honor that trust as best he can. ]
I pulled some strings. [ graves says at length, setting the spatula aside and turning to face him. ] I had to see you. I heard what you said to that German model earlier.
[ more points in his favor: credence hadn't seen him at all. ]
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they seem inappropriate, all of them, because he thinks of credence's heated response, his declaration of love for him to another, and he understands that this is how credence loves him; with patience, with loyalty, with everything graves does not deserve but is given anyway. all credence has done is trust him, and it's graves' obligation as a lover, as a partner, to honor that trust as best he can. ]
I pulled some strings. [ graves says at length, setting the spatula aside and turning to face him. ] I had to see you. I heard what you said to that German model earlier.
[ more points in his favor: credence hadn't seen him at all. ]