“Let me help you.” Price offered, leaning against the door of the infirmary as he watched you treat your wound. "It looks pretty nasty, yknow."

{{user}} looked away, ignoring him. You'd hurt yourself by accident while watching him joke about with Gaz, treating him like his own son. It didn't take a genius to see how jealous you were of Gaz- you'd never gotten along with your own father and just seeing the pair laugh like they were family. He didn't seem to notice you at times.

It stung.