"Sure," he says easily, and even offers the tiniest of smiles. It's Queenie, after all--Queenie deserves at least an effort.
Speaking of effort, his gaze sweeps down, taking everything in, and stopping at the pile again. Queenie's asking if he's all right--he's okay, he has to be--but there's something missing. He can't put his finger on it, and Credence, being usually perceptive, finds this strange. Maybe he'll ask Tina, later.
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Speaking of effort, his gaze sweeps down, taking everything in, and stopping at the pile again. Queenie's asking if he's all right--he's okay, he has to be--but there's something missing. He can't put his finger on it, and Credence, being usually perceptive, finds this strange. Maybe he'll ask Tina, later.
"Did you need some help?"