miistergraves: // Mr. Graves
Once they reached the park, Percival set his gaze on a bench a little ways in down the main path. It would be a suitable place to sit and take his weight off his leg for a bit. But it was also far enough in that he wouldn’t feel he was QUITTING and resting. The goal had been to come to the park for some fresh and air and that was what they were doing. He was used to bargaining with himself in that manner. One more file and then he would sleep, another training exercise and then he would take lunch. He’d been raised on DISCIPLINE and he supposed auror training had only enforced it. His grip on his cane might have tightened slightly at the young man’s ADMISSION, his own thoughts drifting towards his father for a moment before he banished them altogether. It was no use thinking about the man. He was upstate, entirely unaware of what his son had even been through. Not that he would have expected a visit even if the cover up was unearthed.
“I understand. But you can trust that I won’t do that.” Trust. That was laughable really. After what Grindelwald had done to the young man while wearing his face. It was a wonder that Credence could even stand to be NEAR him. He couldn’t even stand to look at his own reflection most days. It still repulsed him. The dark wizard had come to him wearing his own face more often than not. “Well, how about this?” They came up to the bench and Percival slowed, taking hold of one of the arms of it and lowering himself down to sit with a barely concealed sigh. Once seated, he extended his bad leg and looked back up to the young man. “If you upset or annoy me at any point. I’ll let you know.”
♙ – Thankfully the park wasn’t too crowded as of yet. Credence still didn’t do good in crowds. There was still that part of him that expected that he would be pushed aside, expected to move and make room for everyone else. That hadn’t happened in a LONG time yet every single time he found himself in the midst of a large gathering he could feel the quick uptick of his heart rate, the way his palms would start to sweat-- someone once said he was panicking but, Credence just thought that was a ‘ normal ‘ reaction. To him it was. The few people that the two had passed today seemed friendly enough but, really would anyone pick on a man that was clearly just getting over being injured? Some may but, with the gruffness of Mr. Graves’ appearance Credence figured that those select few probably thought better of it.
The bench that Graves chose was nice, in a good spot for shade. Credence wasn’t sure if he picked it because of that or the fact that it was one of the closer ones. Graves’ limp was becoming more pronounced the longer they walked and if the way he stretched said anything the man obviously needed a break. Truth was that Credence didn’t mind the idea of sitting down and enjoying the sun a little.
❝ I... ❞ He wasn’t sure how to answer that. Trust regardless of what happened to him at the hands of Gellert Grindelwald wasn’t something that Credence did easily. Yet somehow he knew that Mr. Graves wouldn’t hurt him. Of course he would NEVER voice that-- that would be TOO DIFFICULT for him. ❝ It’s not that I think you WOULD but... ❞ Thankfully, Percival began to speak and THAT was like a wave of cool relief washing over him. ❝ Yes, that... I think that’s a good idea. ❞ Although the mere thought of someone telling Credence just how annoying he is would be crushing-- at least it would save him from being an annoyance and he would appreciate the honesty. ❝ Thank you sir. ❞
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