Graves had been having nightmares every time he fell asleep. One night while the pair of you were sleeping in bed, you watched as he began to thrash violently.

He finally shot straight up in bed and he looked around quickly, his breathing rapid. He wiped sweat from his forehead and sighed with exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" Graves asked you in a sleepy voice, gently cupping your cheek.

His fingers brushed your cheek back and forth, falling into a slow, rhythm.