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Date: 2019-04-13 11:12 am (UTC)
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He yanks off his badge and dangles it in his face. He did show him, before, but it probably isn't enough for him to draw the conclusion:

"This had your name on it. I think you just graduated, C."

He's practically vibrating with excitement, the fingers of his free hand tapping on the doorpost.

Date: 2019-04-13 11:33 am (UTC)
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He follows him inside, putting his badge away as Credence opens the door. He's grinning, elated-- and he isn't even thinking about getting his deal yet. He's just happy for him, as a friend, that he's gotten his second chance.

"You did it," he says, excitedly. He wants to hug him, remembers that Credence probably doesn't want a hug, and just shadow-boxes around him a little. His fingers brush his shoulder.

"You freaking did it!"

Date: 2019-04-13 11:59 am (UTC)
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Oh. That's-- that's good, that's greatness. He wraps his arms tightly around him: if he wants hugs, he can get 'em alright. He's a great hugger, even if he's all angles.

"I'm really happy for you, C. Really, really happy."

And suddenly he realizes: Beth Botrelle will get to live. She'll get to come out of prison and live her life. Whatever that means-- she'll get a shot at it.

His arms tighten around Credence. He could kind of use a hug, too; he can feel tears coming up.

Date: 2019-04-13 12:06 pm (UTC)
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He nods, quickly, eyes closed tightly. He's got one hand splayed on the back of Credence's shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm proud of you, buddy. And I'm-- thinkin' about Beth."

He can't quite keep the emotion out of his voice, and maybe he shouldn't be trying.

Date: 2019-04-13 12:12 pm (UTC)
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He shakes his head, still not letting go. If ever there were a moment for a long hug, this is it.

"Nah. You?"

Date: 2019-04-13 12:18 pm (UTC)
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"Undo the curse. Right?"

He's really glad he's staying. Jesus, he's proud, and glad, and-- relieved.

Date: 2019-04-13 12:29 pm (UTC)
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He finally pulls back, his eyes a little red and watery, and he keeps his hands on Credence's shoulders.

"You're gonna kill it, C."

Date: 2019-04-13 12:37 pm (UTC)
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Shit. He has to hug him again at that, even if it's just a quick one.

"Okay. You're gonna kill it, Credence."

Date: 2019-04-13 12:47 pm (UTC)
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He huffs a wet-sounding, relieved laugh against the side of Credence's head.

"Yeah, good call. See? You really did graduate."

Date: 2019-04-13 01:08 pm (UTC)
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"You take all the time you need," he agrees, letting go of him, still grinning but looking softer now.

"It's a lot to take in."

Date: 2019-04-13 01:24 pm (UTC)
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"I feell-- I mean, I feel kinda-- honored, y'know? That I got to help out. I dunno what I did, but I'm glad I got to do it."

He genuinely doesn't know, but he must've done something right.

Date: 2019-04-13 01:35 pm (UTC)
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"I shoulda kept my big mouth shut and listened, huh?"

He gives him a soft little smile.

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