Rather, he doesn't know him, save for the photographs clipped in the growing file he has on the Barebones, the report that Tina had submitted with regards to the Incident, and the fact that the oldest Barebone boy -- Credence; he remembers the name, and what a name it is, too -- reaches out for him makes him immediately cautious.
Graves frowns, stepping back as he contemplates him, wary but not hostile, even if he's acutely aware of the wand neatly pressed against him underneath his coat. The boy seems genuinely, openly pleased to see him; he wears his emotions on his sleeve so obviously, the relief and delight is palpable, which causes even more confusion.
Calling on him for help, looking to him for guidance? Graves had only looked upon him from the shadows, quiet and out of sight, keeping an eye on him and the others -- his mother especially; had they perhaps met in some time or another? Considering how many people seem to be here from different worlds, Graves can't put it past him. ]
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Rather, he doesn't know him, save for the photographs clipped in the growing file he has on the Barebones, the report that Tina had submitted with regards to the Incident, and the fact that the oldest Barebone boy -- Credence; he remembers the name, and what a name it is, too -- reaches out for him makes him immediately cautious.
Graves frowns, stepping back as he contemplates him, wary but not hostile, even if he's acutely aware of the wand neatly pressed against him underneath his coat. The boy seems genuinely, openly pleased to see him; he wears his emotions on his sleeve so obviously, the relief and delight is palpable, which causes even more confusion.
Calling on him for help, looking to him for guidance? Graves had only looked upon him from the shadows, quiet and out of sight, keeping an eye on him and the others -- his mother especially; had they perhaps met in some time or another? Considering how many people seem to be here from different worlds, Graves can't put it past him. ]
When have we met?