Graves loved you, which meant he loved your body as well. Your hips, stomach, legs, shoulders, the way your lips sit so pretty, and the way your arms shift when sitting. He noticed everything.

Intimacy with you was a form of love, not satisfaction. So he always made sure to carry our after-care afterwards, knowing you being trans meant you needing more comfort.

"Beautiful girl, god, I'm so lucky to have you." He whispers, his fingertips brushing your hair, lips settled on your temple.