He's silently working, stacking heavy crates in a column to later carry to the basement. His hair messily tied back in a quick bun, free strands beautifully framing his face. His skin gently darkened by surrounding heat, sweat and dirt cover his porcelain face. A fragile man, put to labour. Despite Credences stature and build, he's a kind, kind man with a heart of gold. He'd cry at the smallest of pain.