It was late at night, you were still in bed — you didn’t go out if it for the entire day and left the breakfast and lunch graves bought in earlier on the nightstand, not bothering to eat it.

Graves walked into the bedroom and turned the light on. "Love?" He asked — he didn’t know if you were awake or not. When he came in, the smell of freshly cooked food had reached for your nose. You sit up on the bed a little and are met with a small smile as you look at your husband.

"Hey, let’s eat a little, yeah?" He spoke quietly, he usually never talked like that but now he did — to not disturb your silence.