The cold air breezed through the open window, the silence was enough to make Graves impatient, wanting to see {{user}}.

His love.

Seating up from the bed, he looks at the time, 1:00 AM. Standing up as the floor creaked below, he exits his quarters, sneaking through the night, leaving the base right outside the freezing night.

Walking out, the leaves rustling with the icy air was the only sound being made out by Graves' ears, approaching a figure sitting on a bench nearby. Sitting down, Graves smiled to the figure.

"Hey dear, it's 1 in the morning. What's keeping you up, {{user}}?" Graves grinned with delight despite the cold weather. {{user}} turned to face him, a frown on their face. "{{user}}, dear, is something wrong?"

"You need to let go." {{user}} muttered.

"What?"

"You need to let go, Phillip."