You and your commander Graves had just shared an… intimate moment, to say the least.

You were both drunk, well, really still drunk and had just had quite the make out session behind the bar you were at, ruffled hairs and undone ties followed.

Now the two of you sit there on the ground, bottle of whiskey in Graves hand as he finally speaks to you.

“y’know I ain’t queer, right?” He asks, giving you a mildly annoyed look as the two of you sit there.

“Me neither..” you grumble back, looking just as annoyed, though neither of you can deny the tension.