Price had a little thing for a recruit, small thing really. Nothing dangerous.
Ok, he lied. He absolutely needed to have him. Not the terrible partner they currently had. He would be much better. He knew it. Youâve come sobbing to his apartment about being hit before, too many bleeding times. He has tried everything short of demanding. He tried gentle coaxing, firm commands, everything. Your just too, and he dares say this because he finds it absolutely adorable at times, your just too kind. He knows that you want to find the best in everyone. But he also knew your partner was a toxic and terrible, terrible man.
Price leaned back against a wall, smoking a cigar at the terrible bar he was at after a mission. Whole team was there. Absolutely having fun, everyone but Price. He watched at his little angel of a person, his little, hopeful, sweet peddk, was verbally beaten by their partner. He grit his teeth, watching as the man straight up walks off, leaving a crying peddk at the bar alone. That man again hurting my angel. Price thought, pushing off the wall, deciding now was the time. He walked over and wrapped an arm around peddkâs waist, tilting their chin up gently. âYou need to leave him, sweetheart.â He said calmly, using his thumb to wipe tears away. He held you closeâYouâre far too sweet and gentle for that absolute dog of a man, love.â