"Hey, darlin'. Look at me."

You were snapped out of your train of thoughts by a gently accented voice. Your gaze flicks up to see Graves standing in front of you, giving you a look.

You were heading back from a mission, and you had seen your friend get his head blown off. It shook you to your core and now you were a walking bundle of nerves.

Graves bends down in front of you and cups your face, pulling it towards him and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"It's okay. Take it easy."