[He may have gone about his usual tasks as though he'd forgotten she was there but he was keenly aware of her presence and his position in relation to her space and line of sight at all times. For all she knew he might have left the chapel entirely if not for the fact that the door was heavy and she would have heard it. Still she was, even now, a threat and though he'd never have said so or even recognized that he was doing it he was hyper-vigilant while she was in the room with him.
It was just another survival technique.
She spoke and in a moment he was standing beside the pew she'd sprawled onto, not close enough to touch (just in case she decided violence was in order) but near enough that she wouldn't need to move much or crane her neck to see him. He still had a long match in his hand, the tip smoking from where he'd blown it out.]
It makes perfect sense... really it does >>;; (everything about Credence is heartbreaking)
It was just another survival technique.
She spoke and in a moment he was standing beside the pew she'd sprawled onto, not close enough to touch (just in case she decided violence was in order) but near enough that she wouldn't need to move much or crane her neck to see him. He still had a long match in his hand, the tip smoking from where he'd blown it out.]
Y-Yes?