when you saw graves for the first time after he supposedly died, your first instinct was to punch him.

they say to always trust your gut. You had him under you as you punched him, angrily spitting out words you probably didn’t mean. But he didn’t care. He looked up at you with the same loving eyes, softer now. He made no move to stop you, only gasping out a few words between hits.

“Darlin’- darlin’ calm down-!”