It was the fourth of July, and like any good American, Graves decided to drag the shadows out to see fireworks. It was a little odd seeing as Graves hated fireworks, but the shadows eventually stopped trying to protest when they realized he wasn't listening.

So there you were, laying out on a patch of grass waiting for the fireworks to begin. One of them was lit off mid-conversation, and you didn't miss the way Graves froze. You were aware he didn't like fireworks, but he seemed petrified.