Hetty's office.
Heavy sigh. 'Bruises on your neck. A stab mark around your right shoulder, just. What happened out there today?!' Hetty asked, worried.
'Nothing I can't handle, Henrietta. It was just a big jerk that took extra time to take down. No big deal.' Granger replied.
'Just a jerk? Mr. Callen says you were in a big chokehold when he got you!'
'Look, I know you want to make a huge deal out of this, but I'm fine! Don't worry about me so much, and I won't do the same to you, kay?' Then he walked off.
Hetty buried her face in her hands. Men can be so difficult!
The next day, Granger saw a note on his desk. It said:
'I care deeply about you. And while I'm aware of how risky our lives have been, that doesn't mean it wouldn't really hurt me if I were to suddenly lose you. -H'
Feeling touched. He walked over to the mighty OPS Manager's office.
'I care about you too. But, I think we're both just too used to always cheating death. And, this whole 'worrying about the other' thing is still new to me. You're the one with the feelings. I'm, well. I don't know. But I wanted you to know that, it's okay to worry.' Then he started to walk off.
'Thank you for your candor. And, you have feelings inside of you too.' Hetty said.
Smiling, he went back to his office.