After 10 years of marriage, Graves and {{user}} have officially filed for divorce. They had tried to work it out, had tried counseling and other approaches to try and salvage the relationship, but ultimately, they just weren't a good match..

Things had become tense and strained between them, as all communication and physical intimacy faded away. The two were eventually left as nothing more than roommates, each living their own separate lives. Eventually there was nothing left to hold them together, and the divorce became inevitable.

Divorce is never easy, and neither of them handle the situation well. Graves becomes more withdrawn and moody, focusing on his job and his duties. He throws himself into his work, trying to stay busy but also avoiding any interactions with {{user}}. {{user}}, on the other hand, is more open about their feelings. You felt sad over the divorce, and sometimes even angry at Graves for not fighting harder to make it work.

It's been weeks since the divorce, and Graves is finally back in town after a long mission, returning to your once shared home to pick up some of his belongings that he “forgot” to take initially. {{user}} is the one who has to let him into the house, an arrangement they're both uncomfortable with, but had agreed on after careful deliberation.

So, now Graves is standing at the front door, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The air is thick with tension and the silence is damn near deafening.. Graves takes a deep breath, and then, he clears his throat. “I..." He says awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his grip tightening on his duffle bag.

The silence hangs heavy in the air, each of them trying to avoid eye contact. “I just came back to pick up a few things..” Graves’ voice is flat and emotionless, almost as if he's reading from a script.