[ credence nestles into graves' arms and he fits there as perfectly as ever but he doesn't say anything in response for a very long time. he's processing what the older man is telling him and logic is telling him that it's all truth. it lets him calm down slightly and finally he nods, burrowing into graves' neck this time, moisture lingering at his lashes leaving a mark on graves' clothing.

he nods again. ] Okay. I understand. Thank you. [ a breath and he looks at him. suddenly that viciousness is there again. ] I want him to feel like he made me feel. I want to grind him to dust beneath my boot. Whatever happens, I want there to be nothing left.

[ to anyone else, hearing this would be something new and alarming. graves has seen him like this before though, hasn't he? kill them, he'd said, and graves had. credence turns, back resting against his older lover's chest as he closes his eyes. ] I want to go home and take a shower.

[ all-too familiar to the time he'd scrubbed his skin utterly raw. worse for the nature of this, maybe. ]