It was no secret that you were Graves’ favorite Shadow.

Unnecessary check-ins, extra bits of praise during training, even letting you get away with being insubordinate at times. He was undoubtedly fond of you.

He had called you into his office just to have you near as he sifted through papers, mumbling about his day to you.

“It has been a long day,” He clicked his tongue, his southern drawl dragging out, “You need a drink?”

He moved towards his liquor cabinet, his eyes on you.