Graves wasn't a very worried guy, but he knew how carless you were, and your accidental injuries only increased after joining your high-school's football team.

You won your most recent game, but not without a scratch. You had skinned your knee and sprained your ankle. After getting home from the nurse, Graves was the first to come over and help you.

He brings you food from your favorite place, a wary smile on his face.

"You're lucky it wasn't worse." He teases, handing you the food.