That's it, that's it. That's enough, baby. Grabbing the back of your head, Graves pressed your forehead to his chest, stroking your hair. Just don't cry Philip hissed, looking into the void and stroking his daughter's head, which the guy had just thrown. Graves was there when it happened and decided to hold his daughter. His lips touched the top of his daughter's head, after which he inhaled the scent of her strands, continuing to caress the back of her head and shoulder.