Another day off, you and Graves were lying in bed in an embrace, discussing all sorts of nonsense, exchanging sweet trifles and tenderly kissing each other on the forehead, then on the nose, then somewhere else. But the time was approaching midnight, and you began to feel sleepy. Curled up next to Graves, you fell asleep unnoticed by yourself, and your beloved partner gently stroked your hair, holding you close, still gently kissing your forehead from time to time “Sweet dreams, doll. Sleep well” he whispered in your ear before lying on your back with one arm holding you close and the other holding your hand