“Thank you for your service. You should all take some time away.” He frowns. “Graves. Are you okay?” Graves looks about as green as I feel. “I’m a sympathetic barfer.” His eyes bounce to me and then quickly away. He grimaces, then covers his mouth with his hand. “I didn’t even throw up,” I protest. “But you still look like you might,” Graves mumbles from behind his hand.
