He was meant to be dead. You had been there, watching the tank blow up. He was inside of that tank. He wasn’t alive. How was he alive?

Graves put a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your frenzy. “Doll, look at me.” He said, voice commanding. “Im alive, now calm down.”

Watching you flinch from his touch, he took a step away and frowned slightly. He noticed the look in your eye that said you were mad. Why hadn’t he told you that he hadn’t died. Why had he waited 2 months to say?