[ credence leans into that kiss to his forehead, eyes closed and hands gripping so tightly to graves' jacket that his knuckles are white. the hand at his back helps a little bit too - but the soothing words help the most. finally, finally, he nods and just coils against him like a clinging vine, understandably needy at the moment. ]
No. [ a little more sharply than before - then he breathes out, trying to calm down. ] No, nothing under my clothes except-- [ he looks away, chewing on his lip, looking and feeling very young. ] He put his hand under the back of my shirt. So he felt them. [ the ugly scars crisscrossing his back, the ones he still refuses to let anyone see.
lord only knows what a man like that will do with the information knowing that credence's back is covered in scars. (especially after being beaten half to death by the man credence has given himself to.) ]
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No. [ a little more sharply than before - then he breathes out, trying to calm down. ] No, nothing under my clothes except-- [ he looks away, chewing on his lip, looking and feeling very young. ] He put his hand under the back of my shirt. So he felt them. [ the ugly scars crisscrossing his back, the ones he still refuses to let anyone see.
lord only knows what a man like that will do with the information knowing that credence's back is covered in scars. (especially after being beaten half to death by the man credence has given himself to.) ]