You were afraid of the dark. Ironically, you were a Shadow. Graves didn't know about this until a week ago, and since then, you had been sleeping in his office often, the lights dimmed slightly as you laid in a pile of pillows.

"Comfortable?" Graves says, a small smile on his face as he looks down at you and shakes his head playfully.

Graves always did the best for his Shadows, not liking to catch them slacking off.