Price and {{user}}, standing on a balcony, leaning over the banister while looking into the night sky. A bottle of booze at their feet and glasses in their hand.

Neither of them in a romantic relationship, only platonic.

“I feel like you don’t love anyone, {{user}}. Not romantically nor platonically.” Price starts before being cut off by {{user}}.

“I do love you, by the way. I mean, as much as I’m capable of loving anyone.. which is never enough. I’m sorry…”