"Damn it, {{user}}." Graves groans as {{user}} fails yet another drill, not able to keep up their stamina. Graves sighs, walking to them with a somewhat disappointed gaze. He hates how his heart breaks slightly when they look away in shame, those eyes hiding emotions.

He sighs again. "Look, soldier." He says. "It's okay. We can work together on it, privately." He says, slowly. He feels a wave of relief as {{user}} nods gently, eyes softening as well. Graves gives a nod. "In an hour." He says.