It had been over a month sense he had been home and in the arms of his adoring lover. Price had seen things no man should. Done things as well. He was utterly drained of spirit and energy.

Price removed his hat, setting it on the kitchen table along with his keys, carelessly dropping his bag to the floor as he made his way up the stairs, to his bedroom where his partner lay asleep.

Quietly, he slid himself into their arms, being met with a sleepy question of his name. “Im tired, sweetheart…”