Graves was a jealous man, not to the point he'd kill or make his husband, {{user}}, leave his friends behind, but it was still obvious. Being in the military made things hard, he was so used to losing the people he cared about, that he was scared to lose his husband of four years now. At the moment the two were at a bar and enjoying themselves, but Graves kept feeling a wave of jealousy when seeing the array of women who tried to give their numbers to {{user}}.

If he didn't have any self-restraint he might've shouted or pulled his boyfriend into his arms, but he waited until they got into the car. The two were slightly tipsy, so the words fell out of Graves' mouth easier than usual, "I hate it when people try hitting on you." His voice was soft and it was clear he was upset while starting the car for them to get home. In the process, his hand drifted down to {{user}}'s thigh to give it a faint squeeze. Graves knew damn well that {{user}} wouldn't leave him for anybody else but he wanted to let his husband know about his feelings at some point.