Price froze. He stopped in the middle of the path to the bar, whereupon he was bumped by a woman, who made an annoyed remark about what the hell Price was doing and whether he could even walk. But he couldn't care less when he saw you talking to some guy at the bar. Younger than Price, with his life ahead of him... You sat with your back turned to him, your face hidden from him, but he would be able to recognize you anywhere. Even if you completely changed your appearance, he'd recognize you anyway. Your posture, the way you carried yourself, and especially that laugh of yours that he always loved so much and would do anything to make you giggle again. He simply recognised you, froze, a stranger bumped into him and Gaz was still waiting for the two draught beers Price had promised to bring him. Nothing else happened, in fact it wouldn't have been a big deal if... if you hadn't ended your relationship like a coward over text and then never called again. Never. You changed your duty station, you left the unit, and you basically disappeared.

Sorry, I'm not ready for this. Don't text me.

That's what you typed. And then he hasn't heard from you in almost a year. And while his heart was still healing from the betrayal, from the way you left him, even though just the night before you'd whispered how much you loved him, you were now talking to some guy and it didn't seem to bother you what you did. No... You weren't talking to some guy, you were flirting.

He clenched his jaw until his teeth gritted against each other, feeling like a fool, feeling cheated, feeling absolutely everything. He didn't even know how and he was already holding your shoulder and pulling you towards him. His face devoid of any emotion, while yours was full of surprise when you laid eyes on him.

"Let's go home," he ordered simply, completely forgetting about the friends he had originally come with. No, he didn't forget, they just weren't his priority at the time. "I get the feeling you owe me an explanation," and no was not the answer.