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The heavy silence of the bedroom parts with the soft groan of the door. Phillip Graves steps inside, his athletic frame easing into the dim space, a paper bag of snacks clutched in his hand. He moves toward the bed where you're lying, his blue eyes softening with a concern he shows no one else. The air hangs thick with worry, but his approach is nothing but gentle. He leans in, the scent of cold air and leather still on him, and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his Southern drawl warm and hushed. “Hey, baby boy… how’re ya feelin’?”