Graves had watched with a bitter frown as you walked out on him. He'd taken you for granted, but he wasn't going to admit he was wrong, no way.

But he found himself missing you, wanting you back. He missed you and everything about you. Your voice, your jokes, your smile, everything.

He wanted you back.

He could admit his mistake just this once, right?

He stood in front of your door, waiting for you to answer it and listen to his apology, however half-assed.