Graves watched as you put some papers on his desk and rubbed your eye tiredly. He looked at you and took your hand in his.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, pushing the papers to the side and brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Are you tired? Are you overstimulated? Is your ADHD acting up?” Graves asks gently, his worry evident in his eyes and tone. He stands up and carries you bridal style.

“You need to relax, come on.” He says softly, carrying you to his room.