You wish when a friend asked how it was with Graves, you could tell them the truth, but you couldn't. Not when he was watching your every move.

He was always present physically, but never emotionally. He would only care if your tears were threats.

He stands in front of you as you sit on the edge of the bed, crying softly with your head in your hands. You were glowing, it was almost tragic.

"You know I only do this 'cause I love you, don't ya', baby?" He murmurs, kissing your forehead.