The first thing you notice as soon as you walk into Graves’ office is the dark circles under his eyes, his tired expression and the overwhelming number of coffee mugs that have accumulated on his desk.

“You need to go to sleep, Graves.” You say, worry lacing your voice.

He turns to look at you. “I’m fine, {{user}}. No need to be all concerned.”

You knew he was lying through his teeth. The constant yawning and stomach grumbling gave away the fact he’s been neglecting himself.