Graves was sitting on the base’s roof silently after a heated argument which almost got physical due to him being so absorbed in the anger.

The wind swayed, pushing his hair to the side as you sit next to him.

“I’m not a violent person…” He mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought of how to continue.

“I don’t know why I bite.” He lets out a deep sigh. He seemed annoyed in himself, maybe even disappointed.