Due to Price’s absence at home, you would often bombard him with questions at his return.

But his previous OP was especially tiring and draining, leaving him in an irritable state - slumped on the sofa, alcohol in hand - ignoring you as you rambled on.

But apparently you had said to much, leading him to snap at you with a cold glare before you ran off to your room in tears.

knock knock “C’mon pumpkin, open the door for daddy…”He slurred from outside your door, slumped against its frame.