Ezra Miller one shots/ preferences

Broken soul part 3

I hover my hand over his palms, making the scars from the belt vanish. He whimpers and pulls away from me skittishly.
"You're o-one of t-them" he stammers.
I nod my head.
"I'm not dangerous Credence, please in trying to help you."
He shakes his head
"I'm not afraid, Mr Graves often does the same" his eyes widen as if he's said something he wasn't meant to.
I look at him puzzled "Mr Graves?"
My friend, Tina- who is an aura works for him, or did until she was suspended.
Grey slicked back hair, dark brown eyes, gruff voice.
But why would he be talking to credence?
I move closer to him half expecting him to flinch away-he doesn't. Instead he cautiously rests his head on my shoulder.
"He says people one day will thank me! That I-I won't have to be afraid anymore." Credence stutters.
I look down at him. His hands are shaking violently, so I envelope them in mine as I say
"Is that where you got the pendant a around your neck from?"
He nods, smiling slightly.
"I could protect you, Credence, trust in me."
He pulls his hands away from mine, looking at me curiously.
"What else can you do?" He asks