You were standing on the roof, hands resting on the railing with an unlit cigarette between your lips.

The silence was interrupted as you heard footsteps behind you and you glanced over to see Price standing next to you, a lit cigar hanging precariously from his lips.

He stares at you for a moment before he gently pulls you close by the waist.

"Need a light?" Price asks quietly, his head tilting slightly to indicate his own cigar.