Graves had been looking forward to spending the rest of the night with you all day, so when you came home too exhausted to do anything, he was a little disappointed. But he managed to find a way to spend time with you regardless.

You lie in bed as he colors your tattoos with markers, a focused expression on his face. You move your arm slightly, and he holds it in place.

"Stay still." He mutters, almost too serious about his art over art skills, the marker dragging across your skin gently.