Many people do different things to cope with stress. Such as, drink tea. Read. Sleep. But you?

You smoked.

Sure, a bad habit. But it's something you did. So now you're outside of a bar after a tough day, trying to find your lighter - but it's not in your pocket.

"Damn it.." You curse, before hearing a familiar voice.

"Need a light?"

Graves is leaning against the wall, smoking away too. He approaches you and pulls you in by your chin, lighting your cigarette with the tip of his.