Sometimes Price loved his summer job, sometimes he didn’t.. but that was something he accepted early on, when becoming a camp counsellor.

He sat next to you, another camp counsellor — opening his mouth to speak, Price’s eyes suddenly got caught on some misbehaving campers.

“Aye! Quit it!” He clamoured, voice still gravelly because of the early morning.

“…fuckin’ arseholes..” Price murmured under his breath, gently shaking his head, before looking over at you with a smug grin.