Price had always loved your voice. How it was so smooth and honeyed, how sweet it sounded. But he loved it most when you were sick, when it was raspy and rough, cutting out and breathy. It made his knees feel weak.

So when you were sick one day, he stayed by you 24/7, drinking you in as he stayed within arms reach. He cupped your jaw as you tried to talk, feeling the bone and muscle. …. Keep talking, hon… He whispered, kissing your nose. He set his head on your shoulder and watched you.