Credence hasn't even touched his wand since the flood. Then again,
everything else has gone to hell, too. Sleeping, eating. He's been
meticulous about making sure that Goldstein is cared for.
"I...maybe."
He feels like he's letting Quentin down. He's already proven himself to be
irresponsible, selfish, stupid. He doesn't want to disappoint him even more.
He just needs to give Goldstein one final, careful stroke before carefully
depositing him onto his bed, and closing the door to keep him in. Safe, for
now, from the idiot he decided to live with.
He doesn't feel like pointing out that he asked for them not to talk
about those options again. As much as he wants them. As much as the
memories are some of his favorite places to retreat to.
He says, going really red now, completely wrongfooted, tongue tied to the point where the only thing to do now is watch the deck and put one foot in front of the other
He still doesn't know how to express 'this is all kind of fucked up and I
really don't know how to reassure you that it's okay' except how Rey taught
him, so he leans in for a quick but meaningful hug.
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He's really desperate to do something, anything.
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Credence hasn't even touched his wand since the flood. Then again, everything else has gone to hell, too. Sleeping, eating. He's been meticulous about making sure that Goldstein is cared for.
"I...maybe."
He feels like he's letting Quentin down. He's already proven himself to be irresponsible, selfish, stupid. He doesn't want to disappoint him even more.
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He promises, softly, but very sincerely.
"Just call me. That's all."
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"I will. I promise."
When he stops feeling lost and sick and terrible. That'll happen soon. Probably.
"...could you just - let me in once? And - unless it's lessons, I. I won't ask again."
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He offers, trying to read his expression carefully.
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Credence nods.
"Now. Please. I just - "
He just needs to give Goldstein one final, careful stroke before carefully depositing him onto his bed, and closing the door to keep him in. Safe, for now, from the idiot he decided to live with.
"I'm ready."
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"Fox or goose?"
He could do more, but doubts Credence wants to wait for paste.
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"W-what? No. Neither."
He doesn't feel like pointing out that he asked for them not to talk about those options again. As much as he wants them. As much as the memories are some of his favorite places to retreat to.
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He says, going really red now, completely wrongfooted, tongue tied to the point where the only thing to do now is watch the deck and put one foot in front of the other
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"No, I'm sorry." Credence doesn't blush, he blanches, his face going grey and hollow. "I - I should've been clearer. I just...need some time."
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"You can- program in whatever you'd like. Here."
Tapping it with the chip to wake the room up.
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"Thank you. Um."
He still doesn't know how to express 'this is all kind of fucked up and I really don't know how to reassure you that it's okay' except how Rey taught him, so he leans in for a quick but meaningful hug.
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"Come find me. Whenever. I'll wait for you, okay?"
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"Okay," he mumbles, and draws back just a little. His eyes are red and a bit wetter, but his expression calmer. "Th-thank you."
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He says, and backs off a few steps, then turns reluctantly to go, leaving him to the enclosure, going to go find a private corner to curl into.