[ he kisses him back, forefinger and thumb grasping his chin. he doesn't let credence go -- that kiss, soft and sweet, is too short, and he's drawing him close again. graves might not say it, but he pours his feelings for him into the kiss, pressing another to his mouth, then another.
all things considered, credence has put up an impressive front; and there's something endearing about that embarrassed smile. he's leaning into his hands, in no particular hurry to do anything else. ]
I'm not going anywhere. [ he promises, noting how credence has done such a good job with the bandages. it's firm, and all he has to do is ride this out. his thumb smooths over credence's bottom lip when he pulls away briefly, never straying too far from him. but his mind strays to more practical matters, just for a few moments. ] Did Kowalski ask you to work for him?
[ credence can feel it in the kisses, leaning into them and exhaling shakily against his mouth in between. he'll clean up later: now that he's stopped focusing on wound care all he can think of is making sure that graves is still here, still with him, whole and solid and not about to slip through his fingers like grains of sand.
i love you, he doesn't repeat, but he thinks it. instead: ] Good. I need you too much.
[ he presses a gentle kiss to the pad of graves' thumb thoughtlessly, then looks at him, dark eyes searching his face before he nods slightly. ] He did. He said he likes my ideas and he could use the help. How did you know?
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all things considered, credence has put up an impressive front; and there's something endearing about that embarrassed smile. he's leaning into his hands, in no particular hurry to do anything else. ]
I'm not going anywhere. [ he promises, noting how credence has done such a good job with the bandages. it's firm, and all he has to do is ride this out. his thumb smooths over credence's bottom lip when he pulls away briefly, never straying too far from him. but his mind strays to more practical matters, just for a few moments. ] Did Kowalski ask you to work for him?
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i love you, he doesn't repeat, but he thinks it. instead: ] Good. I need you too much.
[ he presses a gentle kiss to the pad of graves' thumb thoughtlessly, then looks at him, dark eyes searching his face before he nods slightly. ] He did. He said he likes my ideas and he could use the help. How did you know?