"I won't. I don't want to be - I just don't want to bother anybody. I don't
want to cause any trouble."
Though he's already hurt Elizabeth, and he tried to kill Bill, and there
was a near miss with Annie and he wishes that all these things were just
written on his skin so people could look at him and know how badly he's
already failing.
"That would - be fine," Credence says, an answer which has the benefit (to
him) of not actually expressing a personal preference. He just wants to be
told. He's perfectly good at following orders.
Jesse, of course, would like it to be a matter of personal preference, and his shoulders do sag very slightly at such an obedient answer. He doesn't push it, though. "Okay. Cool. Come find me at lunch, we'll hang out."
It's okay, he tells himself: it's still all steps forward, and that's the part that matters.
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Date: 2017-02-04 01:14 am (UTC)Credence stares steadily at his knees.
"I won't. I don't want to be - I just don't want to bother anybody. I don't want to cause any trouble."
Though he's already hurt Elizabeth, and he tried to kill Bill, and there was a near miss with Annie and he wishes that all these things were just written on his skin so people could look at him and know how badly he's already failing.
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Date: 2017-02-04 01:26 am (UTC)He hopes, at least, for his sake. And hope is a nice thing to feel again, even just a little.
He chafes his hands, hesitating, then: "Do you want to maybe, like... set up like a lunch thing, or something like that...? Like a check-in?"
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Date: 2017-02-04 09:06 am (UTC)"That would - be fine," Credence says, an answer which has the benefit (to him) of not actually expressing a personal preference. He just wants to be told. He's perfectly good at following orders.
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Date: 2017-02-05 01:57 am (UTC)It's okay, he tells himself: it's still all steps forward, and that's the part that matters.