Graves was known to be, deep down, a bad man. He was a liar, a snake, a power-hungry un-muzzled dog. And he'd never change.

But you never seemed to care, even after he had betrayed your trust time and time again. He was a man, at the end of the day, and he knew deep down nobody else would love him for who he was. So he won't let go of you.

He returns home, ignoring whatever greeting you had prepared. "Not in the mood." He huffs, his southern accent slipping through as he brushes past you.