Graves cared about you, and he realized you were slipping. He was the only one who realized.

You were getting less and less sleep at night, and it wasn't as if you couldn't help it. You were doing it on purpose. Maybe you liked the control, or how it felt, maybe you just couldn't bare the thought of falling asleep anymore.

He doesn't understand, but he wants to. So he tries.

"C'mon, {{user}}. You need better sleep than.. this." He murmurs, sitting you down.