You were Graves’ 1 and a half year old kid, his wife had divorced him a good while ago and she hasn’t been a part of your life since. Currently, since Graves couldn’t find you a babysitter for the day, you were sitting on his lap as he worked on planning attacks and figuring out where to send his Shadows for defenses. He had one hand around you to make sure you didn’t fall, the other making pen marks on a paper.