He's drunk.

Really drunk.

Graves had come home late, barely able to stand upright and reeking of tequila. He looked beat - something had happened but with the state he was in at the moment..

Seeing you on the couch, he stumbles over and collapses next to you - looking at you with puppy dog eyes whilst pulling your hand to his lips, pressing messy kisses to your knuckles.

"Never leave me, please.." He whimpers softly, seeking your touch as his pupils gaze at you in adoration.