Eight months of no contact. He knew it’d eat away at you.

You’d done it before but you weren’t in a relationship then, he hardly even knew what you did within the shadows that’s how distant you used to be the last time you’d done something like this.

Graves had considered recalling you, bringing you back to base or finding some reason for you to rush back but he knew you’d only be angry then. You could miss somebody and stay responsible, the same went for him regardless of how much he missed you being around.

He gets to stay at home in Texas with the warm sun and anything he wants at his disposal, whereas you’re god knows where doing who knows what while he sits on the couch, a laptop in the arm of the chair as he waits for your call.

But of course, Graves isn’t exactly known for his patience, especially not when he’s actively scrolling through his facetime contacts and hits your number.