four people living together

behavior.

He felt aggrieved, he was utterly aggrieved.

"But, maybe Mr. Scamander feels that there is..." Credence struggled to explain, "You may not understand the meaning of certain physical touches, this... it's not entirely your fault, I didn't Mind you, I..."

Credence remembered the touch and hug Percival gave him when he first met him, and that gesture made him fall in love with him at first, and filled him with fantasy afterwards.

All this was full of hints, but Lemarlock didn't understand it.

Lemarlock stared blankly at Credence for a while, listened to his explanation, and thought on his own with a vague understanding.

After a while, he probably understood the meaning, but he still burst into tears and said sadly——

"Then...then I know I'm wrong, can't he say it well...I, my neck and shoulders are so painful from being pinched by him!——"

TBC

(5) request

"Theseus, let me tell you, you should take care of him, but you can't do that, he's very hurt."

After finally finding a secluded tavern, Percival rang to indicate to the bartender, and the wrinkled elf brought them two bottles of wine.

The bottle opens automatically and a glass is filled for each of them.

"He's injured? He's disappointed? What do you mean..." Theseus let out an annoyed breath. He got angry when he thought of that scene.

"That's natural, you got so angry at him and almost hit him," Percival gently clinked glasses with Theseus, and said in a friendly voice, "I think he looks scared, maybe It's not the first time you've done this."

Theseus shook his head, looked at Percival, and declared solemnly - "It's not the first time for me, but I haven't done this for a long time. As you can see, he usually says what he says, and I am very happy." Follow him. You're right, I should take care of him."

"But not in this way. I also got angry with Credence once before. The little guy reacted much more than Lemarlock. He didn't talk to me, didn't meet me face to face, and whenever I got close to him Hide, it took me a long time and a lot of effort to fix it." Percival still has lingering fears when he thinks of that conflict.

"But my reaction is normal!" Theseus took another sip, which was not enough, and he emptied the first glass after a few sips, and did not forget to fill it up—"If it were you, would you angry?"

Percival thought about it for a while, and could understand Theseus' resentment, but he still commented on the matter as pertinently as possible, "He is not a human being, how could he understand that we think this is too intimate."

Through these days of contact, Percival has also gained a little understanding of the little sea witch - Lemarlock is indeed no different from a human in appearance, but his living habits are indeed very different.

"You can talk to him well," Percival said, tapping the bottle with his knuckles, and the bottle flew up to fill Theseus, "Twice if you don't do it once, and three times if you don't do it twice. It's only three things. It's not too late to get angry again after three times."

"...I can make this happen three more times?!" Theseus let out a nasal voice.

"No," Percival reassured Theseus, "You have to speak carefully, I don't think he will do it again. Look at the last time, I told him not to put raw fish directly. Eat it in his mouth, didn't he eat it after it was cooked? He must have been careless this time, so don't get angry."

Theseus took out the sea smoke and lit it, and took a deep breath.

He also knew that his temper was too impatient this time, but it was inevitable for anyone else.He regarded Lemarlock as a human being, and unconsciously judged Lemarlock's motives according to human behavior patterns.

"Think about it, let me not say whether Lemarlock has a good impression of that person, even if he has a good impression, if he really wants to do something, will he do it in front of Credence?"

Although Parcival didn't feel that the person in front of him could really calm down and think about what he said, but he talked a lot, and he could more or less listen.Just like when we are in a daze, facing a page full of words, we can more or less understand the first two words.

"Besides, you both worked so hard to get together, and you just treat him like this—if Credence had a brother like Gawain, he would have gone back to Gawain a long time ago."

Mentioning Gawain, Parcival also trembled a little in his heart.

Fortunately, he hadn't heard of any strange ships berthing at the pier recently, and guessed that the sea dwellers on Cliff Island probably didn't really chase after them.

Theseus stopped talking and took another sip of his drink.

What Parcival said was a bit familiar, and it took him a long time to remember that Newt had also said it to him.Theseus was really uncomfortable, but he admitted that Percival's words made sense.

Maybe Lemarlock really had no intentions, at least this time.But after this incident, Theseus suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He didn't know if the other party liked him because he didn't see many people outside, but once Lemarlock met and knew more people, He quickly realized——Compared with those people, Theseus is not very good.

Theseus couldn't bear the feeling of uneasiness.

He is angry, but after the anger he is also afraid.It's just that he is used to covering up his fear with anger, so that he is always worried about gains and losses, and always wants to seek peace of mind from Lemarlock.

This was the case when I asked the other party to repeat the promise to like me over and over again, and it is the same now.

Seeing Theseus' uneasiness, Percival patted the back of the other's hand and comforted—"I know what you are worried about, and I have speculated about Credence with the same mood. But you have to understand—not every time Everyone is willing to cut off an arm for the other's sake without hesitation-I believe this, and Lemarlock understands it."

Theseus lowered his gaze and looked at his already grown hand.

After a moment, he nodded.He is willing to believe Parcival's speculation, but he needs to make it clear with Lemarlock.He asked Lemallock to give him a clear boundary-clearly distinguish his different status from others in Lemallock's heart.

Theseus no longer wanted verbal promises and promises, but real actions.

When the two came back from drinking until midnight, Theseus also calmed down a lot.Credence sat alone in the living room, washing his face with cold water every once in a while to keep himself awake.

Seeing Parcival enter the door, he immediately stood up from his seat, but he was relieved in his heart.

"Where's Laima?" Percival looked around and asked.

"He's asleep," Credence replied, and then muttered under his breath—"He...his shoulders and neck hurt."

Percival glanced away at Theseus, and Theseus pursed his lips in embarrassment, muttered "Got it" in a low voice, and passed the two of them.

Credence followed Percival silently after Theseus left the living room.But he didn't speak, just followed Parcival who took off his coat and walked to the bathroom.

"What's wrong? Do you have anything to say?" Percival was surprised. He had already walked into the corridor at this moment, and the light was very dim, so he couldn't see Credence's expression clearly.

All he knew was that Credence kept his head down, faltering and hawing.

Credence didn't smell much alcohol anymore, but thanks to Thesehus, Parcival himself had a stronger smell.

"Speak." Percival turned around and held Credence's chin with one hand.

Credence didn't dodge either, and after struggling for a while, he said softly—"You... don't be angry with me, and don't be angry with Mr. Harlow, okay, okay?"

Parcival smiled after hearing this.

It doesn't matter whether he is angry or not now, because Theseus said before tonight that they will leave in a few days.All the calculations are meaningless, and they will return to a normal and regular life.

"I'm not, you're not drunk, are you?" Percival let go and sighed slightly.

But Credence knew him better than Parcival thought, so he went further and said—"But...but you want them to go, don't you?"

After saying this, Credence obviously took half a step back and lowered his head.His movements were still submissive, but Percival could hear the rebuttal in the words.

"Don't you want them to go?" Percival didn't step forward, keeping a distance from Credence, "Or do you just want to know, will I drive them away?"

"I... I wonder if you will..." Credence replied quickly and quietly, but the answer didn't finish, paused, and changed his words-"I... don't... don't want to They go."

"Why?" Strange, originally thought that Credence and Lemarlock would be worried, but at this moment Percival was more curious, "Living with me is boring, isn't it?"

"No, no!" Credence argued eagerly, he walked forward again, and lowered his head again after reaching Percival, clarified urgently—"I...I won't be bored, I , I'm just having a good time... with, with Mr. Harlow, he's funny, he's not human, but he's human, I mean . . . but he's still, still—"

Credence couldn't continue, he was a little bit incoherent.

He couldn't explain to Percival how the situation this time was different from the last time he met the young Auror.He was worried about offending Parcival, and even more worried that Parcival would be sad because of his request.

In reality, what Credence needed was simple.It's just that Parcival is so much stronger than him that Parcival can't give him.

He needs a presence.

Before this sense of presence, he had been unable to get rid of Parcival's