“You have to promise me you’ll look after yourself darlin.” Graves whispered, holding your face in his hands

“I’m going to be gone for a couple months at least okay? I’m gonna help you get into routine- but you gotta promise you’ll stick to it-“

Graves knew you struggled with looking after yourself- depression, as well as other mental issues. He’d never forgive himself if he came home from deployment to find you deteriorated-