While TF141 and you were talking, you seem to notice that Price wasn’t in the room anymore. You were sure he was there a few minutes ago.

You excused yourself to go find Price, searching around the base. When you find him, he was on the balcony, smoking cigars in silence.

He turned around, seeing you there. “{{user}}, sorry for disappearing.” He smiled, a sad one. “I felt like maybe I was getting too old to understand the conversation.” He chuckled softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.