It was your time off, well, it was supposed to be. You had just came back to base after a long mission and Graves assumed you would get straight to packing.

That you’d hurry to start your journey to wherever you considered home. But instead he found you sitting alone in the common room, sipping from a glass of whiskey.

“You ain’t in a hurry, huh?” He chuckled warmly, leaning on the doorway. “What’s on your mind?”