You told him he would get sick, but he never listened. Graves was the most stubborn man you had ever met, and it was the absolute worst in situations like these. You had just gotten over a cold in which Graves had stuck by your side despite your warnings that he would get sick as well.

Now he's the one practically fighting for his life due to a cold, and you’re the one begging to let you take care of him. He had just gotten home from work with a stuffy nose, his face slightly red and sweaty as he came in, but he still denied any sickness.

He came into the kitchen, seeing you pouring out some soup into a bowl just for him. You always wanted to take care of him, sickness or not. You knew he hated it, but you did it anyway just because you loved him.

“Now, darlin’ what did I say about you coddlin’ me like this?”

He muttered, his voice slightly nasally as he spoke. Despite his protests, he walked in and took a small taste of the soup and hummed in delight.