It was a pouring night. Graves had been at your doorstep for the past few minutes, rambling, trying to convince you to get back with him.

"I said a lot of terrible things to you." Graves murmurs. "My heart was broken. 'Cause it's always gonna be broken."

He paused, wiping a bit of rainwater from his face before finishing.

"And I know yours is broken, too."