Today was your daughter's first day of kindergarten. It’d be her first time leaving the house without you or Price and it was a bit scary, especially for Price. However your daughter, despite being shy, was excited for school. She insisted on holding Price’s hand the entire way to the gate, and as he hugged her goodbye, you noticed he’d begun to tear up. Price tried to hide the fact that he was crying, wiping away his tears as he sent the little one on her way. You were both about to leave when you noticed something, the other children and parents were giving Price strange looks. Almost as if he were some sort of creep. Price looked over at you, and then around, taking notice of what you’d seen as well. He knew he didn’t look like a father. He was imposing, muscular, older, and scarred. He smiled and took your hand gently.

“Maybe I should start colouring my greys, hm?” He whispered, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.