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“Wait a minute… are you high?”
stoned
“I… don’t know, I was offered a cigarette, I thought it would be rude to say no,” Credence said. Smoking had always been strictly off limits in the Barebone household, making it all the more tempting for him.
“That… wasn’t tobacco? Everything feels very flat, Mr Graves.”
🔇
send me a 🔇 for a confession!
“… I love you.”
“It’s okay,”
Send me “It’s okay,” for my muse to react to your muse wrapping their arms them and telling them this.
It was sad that Graves was the one that Credence relied on for affection, but there wasn’t anyone else that touched him the way Graves did - supportive squeeze on the shoulder, a touch on the cheek. However to be held - hugged in such a way, feeling his hands on his back, his body and cheek against his chest.
It was utter bliss
Credence closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he gripped onto his jacket, giving a silent nod.
