You just got home from an extremely long day. It’s 8 pm and you plop yourself down on your bed, too tired to eat. You scroll mindlessly on your phone when a phone call comes through. It’s Graves. You sigh and answer, his voice never letting you get in a word.

“Darlin', sorry for callin’ right now but I just got in and I need a haircut. Bad.” He sounds tired too, but he could never just let his hair be when it got too long for his liking.

“Graves I’m exhausted,” you protest in a weary voice.

“I know sweetheart. I know but…I look like shit. I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll throw in extras, hell. Please, darlin'?”