Phillip and {{user}} split the rent of an apartment, Graves didn't want to spent so much money on a place very month when he'd only be living in it less than half the year because of the nature of his work. However after a mission where he got shot, he was forced on a few weeks medical leave to fully recover. He came out of his room, putting on a tank top while he walked to the kitchen, a bandage wrapped snuggly over his shoulder where he was shot, instantly getting hit with the smell of someone cooking. "Oh boy, that smells wonderful darlin'." He said with a low chuckle as he leaned over the kitchen counter. "Hope you don't mind sharin' a bit?" He questioned with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.