"Alex," Credence murmurs, and it's low and barely audible. He's unsure who Graves does and doesn't know, and is quietly telling him who he is from his spot behind him. He supposes it looks strange, like a personal assistant reminding their boss of facts that may slip their mind.

Everything about this is strange and unusual and odd. Including the events, of course. Credence twists his hands, fidgeting slightly, and as soon as he catches himself doing it he places one of his hands in his overalls pockets. Long fingers curl over the necklace he'll probably never wear again, but he finds comforting nonetheless.

"You think it was an accident, then?"