[ graves had been enraged when he saw the bruises, the physical evidence of what's been done to credence -- and what would have been done if graves had been slower in getting to him, the consequences of which he's not prepared to see come to fruition. credence hisses, knows graves is here for him, and graves doesn't hesitate to do as he says.
agents like them have free rein when it comes to ops like these (they would be a lot less effective otherwise) and here they are, back in his apartment, together again, and graves feels the weight of the sleepless nights, the constant pressure and the fear he keeps at bay, refusing to consider the worst possibility.
and now it's credence, safe and sound, looking up and him and telling him he doesn't want to be alone. he nods, a hand lightly resting on the back of his neck, careful and gentle. ]
All right. Come to me when you're done with your shower. [ he'll take a quick one, himself -- and see where the rest of the night takes them. ]
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agents like them have free rein when it comes to ops like these (they would be a lot less effective otherwise) and here they are, back in his apartment, together again, and graves feels the weight of the sleepless nights, the constant pressure and the fear he keeps at bay, refusing to consider the worst possibility.
and now it's credence, safe and sound, looking up and him and telling him he doesn't want to be alone. he nods, a hand lightly resting on the back of his neck, careful and gentle. ]
All right. Come to me when you're done with your shower. [ he'll take a quick one, himself -- and see where the rest of the night takes them. ]