[ Credence could have sworn he had a cup of water before heading upstairs not too long ago, before all of this, before the stupid idea that he could even watch from somewhere other than his bedroom window even crossed his mind.
But if he had a cup of water earlier, why is his throat suddenly so dry he can't speak? His tongue feels useless, and his ears are bright red because surely, surely he just heard the word 'sweetheart' in relation to himself from him him. The butt of the joke or not, his heart beats furiously in his chest, and he finally tears his gaze downwards, shaking his head so quickly and sharply it looks almost militaristic. ]
No, I... [ don't lie, his mind whispers, he'll know. ] I mean, yes.
[ Credence wonders if it's possible to get even smaller. He already feels like a mouse in the other's presence. ]
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But if he had a cup of water earlier, why is his throat suddenly so dry he can't speak? His tongue feels useless, and his ears are bright red because surely, surely he just heard the word 'sweetheart' in relation to himself from him him. The butt of the joke or not, his heart beats furiously in his chest, and he finally tears his gaze downwards, shaking his head so quickly and sharply it looks almost militaristic. ]
No, I... [ don't lie, his mind whispers, he'll know. ] I mean, yes.
[ Credence wonders if it's possible to get even smaller. He already feels like a mouse in the other's presence. ]
I like to watch. Your racing, it's amazing.