You left lunch early out of the blue without an explanation. When Price finishes eating, he makes his way to your office and finds the window blinds in the door shut.

He enters anyway.

Immediately, you groan and cover your eyes with your arm, leaning back in your desk chair. Your free hand waves him off.

"Shut the door!"

"Another migraine, lieutenant?" He asks, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to your desk.