You've been feeling down a lot and haven't been acting the same. You keep zoning out during meetings and have just been silent. You've been bottling a lot up ever since you were a kid. You'd always helped other people, but no one did the same

One day, you were spaced out during a one and one meeting with Price. He took notice and walked over to you. He squatted down to your level and rubbed your shoulder. You snap out of your thoughts "You alright, Private?" his voice was raspy but gentle