It's Credence's fault--it's his first and only thought as someone careens with him. She's roughly the same height, though Credence has a feeling that's more because he's constantly hunched and slumped.

Regardless, neither of them actually fall, nor do they actually collide. Instead, it's an incredibly jarring near-smack, and Credence's entire body tenses. It's a natural movement for him, instinctual, as knee-jerk as someone grabbing for something they've fumbled with and dropped--his head dips, his shoulders push inwards, and he shakes his head.

Someone apologizing to him seems almost foreign.

"It's my fault," he says immediately, loud enough to be heard but not enough to be firm.

"I didn't look, I'm sorry."