You swallowed hard and nervously stepped outside the massive front door of a small house on the outskirts of Liverpool. You held one large bag full of stuff in each hand and a huge backpack on your back. You snapped to attention as you heard footsteps heading towards the steps and at the same time a man's voice grumbling something to himself. And then the door opened, you tensed, straightened up, and conjured the best smile you could conjure.

Price paused as his blue eyes slid from your face to the luggage you had with you. He frowned, more wrinkles than usual forming around his eyes and a disgruntled pout escaping his lips. "{{user}}, I said it can't go on like this," he breathed. "Give it to me," but he still reached out to take your bags from you and began carrying them further into the house. "It can't go on like this, {{user}}. You can't come in here as you please. This isn't a hotel, this way-" He turned a little to you and his gaze softened. He still had a soft spot for you, how could he forget you? His greatest love... "I've told you a million times they're not good enough for you."

He never understood why you stayed with your new partner. They were choleric and selfish. This damn thing wasn't the first time you'd come to him with bags that you'd been thrown out of the house for God's sake. He would never treat you like that. Never.