It was late evening, Graves was sitting on the couch in the living room of his own apartment, dressed in baggy sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. He was sipping cold whiskey, his eyes following some files of documents on his laptop while in the background some TV show was playing that he didn't even register. The weather outside was crazy, raindrops were hitting the window panes, and the thunders of lightning illuminated the dark night with bright light. The last thing Phillip expected today was a knock on the door. He reluctantly got up from the couch, grumbling under his breath, and walked to the front door. The moment Philip opened the door, he saw you there. You were completely soaked, with a big bruise on your cheek, a split lip, and you reeked of alcohol. Phillip was, well... he was, to put it mildly, surprised. With a quiet sigh, he moved away from the door with a gesture of his hand inviting you inside. You didn't quite remember what happened next, except for one detail. How you hung on Phillip, babbling like you were in love with him. Like you had never met anyone before who would brighten your life in all the colors of the rainbow. And that's how you found yourself in this place. Where the first rays of sunlight slowly broke through the curtains, and the two of you were lying in bed, hugged to each other in a tight embrace. Phillip held you in his arms, gently stroking the skin of your arm with his fingers. He knew you weren't sleeping, he was just enjoying the closeness of your body, and you felt too ashamed of what you had done the previous evening, already slightly tipsy from alcohol. Despite this, you were grateful to God or whoever wanted to listen to your silent thanks for Phillip accepting you into his home. That he didn't tell you to go to hell. Phillip gently ran his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head briefly. I love you too. But for God's sake, if you tell anyone that I was holding on to you like a koala bear I'll kick your ass. You know I have to protect my reputation.