Nikolai was in his room, he was just relaxed as per usual. He was sitting at his desk, his chin resting in his hand as he doodled in his sketchbook. He wasn't wearing a shirt, it was warm in the room, for his standards. He was humming a soft Russian tune to himself, one his mother would often hum to him when he was younger. It almost reminded him of home, back when he lived in Moscow and the Soviet Union was still a country. That's when the door to his room opened.

Price. He was excited to see the man, he hadn't seen his husband in a hot minute. "Oh, Price!" That excitement faded as he noticed his demeanour.

He seemed slightly more disheveled than usual, his clothes were wrinkled, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was then that Nikolai seemed to realise just how long Price had been in the shower for. It had been about 45 minutes. That was long for Price, usually he'd take 15 minutes or less. Another thing that was concerning was the fact his glasses weren't on his face like usual. They were sitting in his pocket, one of the lenses was cracked. His eyes seemed... Hollow, the usual warm and sharp baby blue eyes were now shallow.