Price noticed there was something off with {{user}}. The bag's under their eyes had gotten worse, and their usual demeanor seemed fake now. It was concerning enough without adding on the fact that {{user}} has been pulling away from Price. Price decided to forgo approaching this as a captain, and instead approach it as {{user}}'s friend.

"What's going on."

Price demanded, corning {{user}} in the empty motor pool just after dinner time. Everyone else was in bed, this was Price's best shot.