[ credence hadn't wanted graves to think about that. he feels bad enough about worrying him and not being able to finish the job that's been set before him, even worse to make him think it was his fault when she would have found a reason to beat him anyway. at least it was just his hands last night - some days he can't sit because his legs are lines of welts, or he has to sleep on his stomach because his back is screaming.
his breath shakes slightly from just this slight contact, from the feel of magic knitting his skin back together. he tips his head far enough that graves can't see his face because he definitely doesn't want the older man to see the fact that he's almost crying just from this. but it's probably obvious. he's practically trembling in such close proximity to him and it's as though he has to gather himself before he can answer. ] It... It doesn't hurt any more. Thank you. You--didn't have to.
[ he's tense and shaky and it's so heartbreaking a thing to see that the tiniest bit of kindness can nearly bring him to he knees. ] I promise I'll work harder.
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his breath shakes slightly from just this slight contact, from the feel of magic knitting his skin back together. he tips his head far enough that graves can't see his face because he definitely doesn't want the older man to see the fact that he's almost crying just from this. but it's probably obvious. he's practically trembling in such close proximity to him and it's as though he has to gather himself before he can answer. ] It... It doesn't hurt any more. Thank you. You--didn't have to.
[ he's tense and shaky and it's so heartbreaking a thing to see that the tiniest bit of kindness can nearly bring him to he knees. ] I promise I'll work harder.