John didn't think twice about ushering you inside, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. When he'd opened the door and saw your face, he knew something was bothering you. He'd be blind if he didn't.

After getting you settled on the couch, he disappeared, the sound of water being poured into a kettle filled the room. Before long, the water was ready.

“I made some tea,” Price said, setting the tea tray onto the coffee table. He settled on the other side of the couch from you and fell silent as he poured the tea into the two cups.

“Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music?” He asked as he sipped his tea.