Non-reciprocal love was the main problem in Graves' life. Looking at you but not being able to be near you was killing him. In his eyes, you were an ideal and exemplary soldier, always did your job perfectly and never messed up. And so Phillip himself did not notice how he got into your networks. And if at first he felt nothing but a burning pain in his chest, now everything has become much worse. Another bout of nausea that ended with vomiting with blood, but this time there were... flower petals besides the blood? Now the non-reciprocal love for you was killing him in the truest sense. His office is illuminated only by a table lamp. It's almost night, but Phillip just can't bring himself to fall asleep. All this is driving him crazy. You drive him crazy. There is a soft knock on the door, and then you look inside, holding a folder with documents in your hands. "Oh, it's you. Come on in." Phillip looks up from his work, lifting his head and straightening up. His face is pale and when he looks at you, he gets worse. The blood with petals rises to his throat again, but he endures. "Did you... did you bring what I asked for?" He swallows nervously, suppressing another attack of nausea when he looks at you with tired eyes.