[ graves looks up from his place in an armchair near the bed; he had taken a shower of his own, making some calls while he hears the water running in credence's room, and a preliminary scan of the reports he's just been sent. credence is a mess, he can see it, his skin rubbed raw and his lip almost bleeding again. graves frowns, rising from it and setting his phone aside. he's in a simple white shirt and pants, evidently preparing to go to sleep as well.
credence is the one who needs him tonight, and he moves forward, his fingers gentle as they grasp his chin, easing his bottom lip free. ]
Don't do that. You'll open it up again. [ if it hasn't already. it'll close up on its own, but only if credence allows it. ] Do you need anything?
no subject
credence is the one who needs him tonight, and he moves forward, his fingers gentle as they grasp his chin, easing his bottom lip free. ]
Don't do that. You'll open it up again. [ if it hasn't already. it'll close up on its own, but only if credence allows it. ] Do you need anything?