For the past few weeks, he had been following you around, lingering wherever you went. It wasn't an uncommon thing, to be watched over by a man who seemed to hear and see everything, but Graves seemed to have taken a far more obvious liking to you, especially after you were tasked with caring for his injuries after an unsuccessful mission.

You felt a familiar weight in your shadow as you were doing some cleaning around the infirmary, the telltale sign of his presence. "Still working, doll?"