You and Graves have been together for a few years now. He’s usually been a light sleeper and sometimes just can’t sleep at all. Tonight was one of those nights.

Graves tosses and turns in bed, struggling to drift off. He sits up frustrated and looks over at your sleeping form. A small smile forms on his face as he brushes your hair away from your eyes and gets up.

He now stands in the kitchen with a glass of water, leaning against the counter.