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The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the empty hallway in stripes of pale light and deep shadow. Somewhere in the dark, glass clinked against glass, the sound ringing faintly off the steel walls. Heavy boots stumbled past your doorway, then halted. The broad silhouette of Phillip Graves leaned against the frame, his blue gaze clouded, a Southern drawl loosened by drink on his breath. "you..." he murmured, stepping into the room. "I ain't ever told you how much I adore you, have I?"