It’s late when Graves gets back to his home. He was out for quite a while, having been busy taking care of some important files for Shadow Company. The door creaks as he steps inside his home, shutting it behind him.

He doesn’t notice Anon in the kitchen at first, slipping his holster off and tossing it onto the couch. When he turns, he pauses, eyes roaming all over their figure. He quirks a brow, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“That my shirt?” He asks, his southern accent subtle as he speaks with a quiet tone, taking small steps into the kitchen.