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[magician_king]

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[credere]

"There isn't one," is Credence's more decided judgement.

[magician_king]

"What put you over the edge?"

He asks, rather than devil's advocating at him right away.

[credere]

"...I don't know. Nothing. Everything. When I got away from Ma and went with the circus, everything just seemed...not to mean anything."

Another hint at his desperation that Grindelwald not be what Quentin is implying. He gave Credence a reason to be.

[magician_king]

"I think that's a really normal way to feel when you go through something that terrible."

He lets him know, quietly.

"I've felt that way before after periods of violence, huge upheavals. I think- maybe you shouldn't think about that as a situation that'll persist once you've healed some."

[credere]

Credence just shrugs, feeling helpless but to feel the way he feels.

"Maybe."

Rune swoops down, only mildly disturbing the cats, to land on Credence's shoulder and lightly nip his ear.

[magician_king]

"Aw, he knows you're stressed."

Says Quentin, charmed by the bird, and sitting back, taking a break from what he's doing.

"Why don't you give a 'reparo' a whirl? Otherwise we're going to be here for a year."

[credere]

Credence looks at his wand and thinks - not for the first time, he's faintly aware - that he can't do more damage at this point. And it's difficult to repair something too hard, surely.

"...Alright."

He rises to his feet, the phoenix still deceptively light on his shoulder, and draws his newly restored wand. It's different to the previous, polished black wood, angular.

[magician_king]

"That's new."

Says Quentin, lifting his eyebrows up at him and getting to his feet, moving out of the casting trajectory, just in case.

[credere]

"I got it from...you know. And Ray asked for me to get it back."

So here they are. Now he recalls what it replaced, he finds he likes this one more.

[magician_king]

"It suits you." He admits. "You're- more severe than I realized before, even though you're wearing colour now. Is that weird?"

[credere]

Credence bites the inside of his mouth.

"No. I mean, I don't think so. Is severe bad?"

[magician_king]

"No."

He says, with a shake of his head.

"Not at all- it's a good look on you, C."

[credere]

"What about the hair?" he asks, a little abruptly. "I just needed to look different, before it was..."

Awful.

"...distinctive."

[magician_king]

"Really, really good. So's the rust and the brown."

Big fan. He, for reference's sake, is slightly similarly fixed up. For Christmas he received a well-tailored wardrobe in winter colours, is dressed today in dove grey and navy, has had his blacks and oranges confiscated.

[credere]

"....thank you. You look good too."

Horribly, his face heats up. The dream-boyfriends thing has not done much to discourage his vague latent crush. He lifts his wand, tries to collect himself, Rune helps with another bit of grooming.

[magician_king]

"So I have a slightly related question for you."

Leaning back against the wall.

"Try the reparo spell first though."

[credere]

"Okay."

He focuses on what used to be the blanket, holds out his wand.

"Reparo!"

The shreds twitch. Rune offers a reassuring nibble. Deep breath.

"Reparo!"

The thing drags itself back together, torn threads knitting into what they'd been before. It has a slightly patchworky look that it didn't earlier, but it's definitely a blanket.

[magician_king]

"Your control's come lightyears."

He says, pleased. Anyways;

"What was up with you and Jedao that morning?"

[credere]

Credence breathes out and looks up.

"What do you mean?"

He's honestly not sure.

[magician_king]

"You guys were- I don't know what I mean, but that morning felt odd."

He's honestly not sure himself, honestly.

[credere]

"I dreamed that we were in love, and my life was perfect, and then I woke up and Jedao was there and you kicked me out."

In case he's not making his position sufficiently clear:

"That morning was odd."

[magician_king]

"I kicked you both out because I was crying."

He feels the need to expand on that point.

"Not like, you for him, or whatever."

[credere]

"I know."

He was just as cold and outside and bewildered and hurting regardless of how good a reason there was for it.

[magician_king]

"You know."

He answers, and fiercely misses Credence, the real Credence.

"Well, I'm sorry the timing was so shitty. I wouldn't have wanted to- I would have wanted to hang around and talk about it. I might have made you pancakes."

[credere]

Credence shakes his head and Reparo-s the bed.

"It doesn't matter. It wasn't anybody's fault. Jedao and I didn't talk afterward."