Graves watched you go through a lot, he watched as you struggled with your mental health for years on end, and it worried him.

You got into therapy and on meds eventually, and things seemed to be getting brighter for you. At least, that's what he saw.

"I'm gonna shoot myself tonight." You laugh, as if it's a joking matter, as if you aren't serious, but Graves doesn't look amused.

"Don't joke about somethin' like that." He scolds, a hint of concern in his tone and expression.