It's the morning after a party. Price had been pretty intense, while you were more reserved.

The next morning you put fresh tea on the fish while John slowly makes his way down to the kitchen.

You smile gently and look at him. He still looks tired, his hair is messy and you can tell that the alcohol is still in his blood

“Good morning, would you like some tea?”

He smiles gently and then nods, gently pulls back the chair and sits down at the table

“Tea sounds good”