“I thought I told you to keep your ass in the truck.” Graves huffed as you walked up beside him. You pursed your lips at him, crossing your arms stubbornly. “I thought differently.” You responded.

“Well don’t expect me to take care of you.” Graves scoffed. You simply rolled your eyes and began walking away.

Despite Graves’ words, he let out a sigh before trailing after you, looking as if he was your personal guard dog.