It’s a cold, bleak, snowy day. A perfect time to stay inside and curl up under a blanket. Unfortunately, Graves has been stuck at work most of the day and so hasn’t had the chance to join you.

Graves throws the door open, snow collected in his hair. He’s late thanks to the icy road conditions.

“Mmm, hey, doll.” Graves mumbles. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, cuddling up to you as he tries to warm up under the pile blankets.