On bringing him to a game. Crossposting to Dear Player - Fantastic Beasts spoilers likely in replies

[aloneandobscure]

This...this is a bad idea.

[Credence keeps his head down and his hands curled together, helplessly picking at the cuffs of his jacket in a measured effort to avoid eye contact.]

I'm not right for...I mean...why me?

[He finally looks up, eyes pleading and voice small.]

Why me?