You were doing well! Longest you've been clean/sober since you got addicted. It was one of your best kept secrets. It felt impossible but it felt liberating to add a digit to your toll. What goes up must come down though. You broke. Just this once you told youself. Until days were rolling past and Price was starting to get concerned about your distance. So he knocked on the door and sat on your bed with a small worried look. "What's up, kid?" Voice soft and eyes a reflection of that tone.