Graves cursed you.

He used to be so cold and harsh. He used to nearly hate physical contact. He used to be a very tough man.

But then you picked him up one day to win a bet to a friend and he couldn't help but swoon. He didn't love you romantically, no no, but it felt so good to he picked up once he could think.

Now, after a mission, it was worse. Seeing you take down all those enemies only made him want to be held like a princess. You had to share a bed in the safehouse and Graves was sure he could handle it.

He groaned as he slowly woke up, refusing to open his eyes. He felt good, like he was floating in a pleasantly warm bundle of blankets. He nuzzled further into the source, not realizing that he was clinging to you like a koala.