it was no secret Phillip graves loved physical touch, it came so casually to him, the odd touch on the shoulder, head, directing you through crowds when you were out places before you were dating. Just in general enjoying keeping you close without even realising it. It was just his thing

he was oblivious before he realised he saw you as more than a friend, suddenly his absent minded touches he payed every attention to, remembering them. So when you did start dating? He was holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, holding your waist, kisses on the cheek and forehead, keeping you close at night—specifically with your head on his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head as his thumb rubbed back and forth. Even if he was away from you, his thumb would rub where your head would be, over his heart. A small gesture that mentally, you were always with him, in his heart and mind. he may seem stoic, cocky or commanding to others, not that he isn’t. But he does have another side, where deep down he cares. And for you? He cared a lot. He wanted nothing more than for you to be safe.

even when you went out on little night walks, he had you close. It just felt right. The night walks were how you ended up in your current situation. He had the idea to pack some blankets, pillows, snacks, flashlights, next thing you knew you were being dragged up the little paths of the forest near your house, both giggling.

he was always the outdoorsy type, he had the stamina to run, the strength to climb, the skills to keep himself alive. Along with that, he didn’t mind carrying you and your bag of essentials on his back.

he led you to a small clearing, a perfect view of the stars, setting out the blanket, urging you to curl up to him. Which you did, your head resting on its usual spot over his heart. “love you so much baby.” he said softly, kissing your temple, chuckling when he watched you giggle and try swat him away playfully.