Graves noticed you felt down recently. The way you spent longer in the bathroom examining your body, the way you'd overthink your masculinity, the way you'd avoid looking at yourself. The dysphoria was getting to you, he could see it.

He wasn't all knowledgeable on things like this, but.. He wasn't going to sit around and let you feel insecure.

He buys you a new suit and helps you put it on, leaving a trail of kisses on your cheeks.

"My boy." He murmurs, his lips pressed to your skin.