Having a relationship with Graves as a man was secretive, it was painful, like a judgement from god himself. Graves knew it to be that way, anyways.

The cross necklace that wraps around his neck as a reminder of his sins as he drunkenly visits your barracks, kissing you up against the wall to ease his hunger.

God stares him down when he finishes, and he sits by your bed with his head hung low, guilt weighing down on it. "..Forgive me.." He mutters, and not to you. It's a prayer, and a beg.