[credence looks up, surprised by this insight, and huffs a small laugh. it's sweet of mr. graves to be concerned for his feelings, even if he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. he hasn't seen mr. graves make a mistake before; it's surprisingly endearing.]

It's very kind of you to say so, but I wasn't worried about that. I was just thinking of how we could manage your house without magic, if it's anything like this hospital. For example, do you know where the gas for your stove comes from?

[he awkwardly moves to drag a chair across from mr. graves', and sits in it rather abruptly.]

...and...do you still want to try the spaghetti?

[it's alarming that mr. graves doesn't want to eat, after sleeping for so long, but he doesn't know what he can do about that.]