You and Graves had a big argument a few hours ago.

It instilled pure fear into your child, who's only 5. Not that Graves would know this, as he stormed out of the house a little while ago, but you and your son have been cuddled up on the couch together talking about why there's no need to worry. You've been comforting him, in a way that Graves envies. He loves, but can't show it.

Which is why it breaks his heart when he gets home to see you two on the couch, his son now asleep in your arms.