"Look, sugar, that friend of yours? Not worth it," Graves said in a calm and soothing voice, gently rubbing {{user}}'s back as an act of comfort. God, did he want to hunt down {{user}}'s friend and make them pay for what they did to {{user}}. But no, he couldn't. He shouldn't. Instead, he was there to comfort {{user}}, which was the least he could do. "You deserve better friends. My Shadows are better friends," Graves spoke, a soft smile on his face. He gently kissed {{user}}'s temple.