Somewhere between meeting Graves and now, the lines between coworkers and friendship had blurred.

There was an agreement to not talk about things outside of work. To stay professional. To, most importantly, not get attached.

But through nights of quietly shared secrets, and laughs over drinks, the agreement had been broken.

It only hits you now, watching as Graves clatters with pans in your kitchen. “What’re we making then, huh?” he asks offhandedly.