Graves was wasted. He was slurring his words and stumbling over his own two feet.

"Darling?" Graves called out, a hiccup in his voice.

"Darling?" Graves repeated, "Take me to my room." Graves pleaded, standing up.

Graves reached for you, his hands catching your shoulders as he snuggled into you. He kissed your cheek and then buried his face into the crook of your neck, smelling your scent.