The night is quiet for the most part. Simon's nostrils make a sort of soft droning snore as he holds you, the pair of you lost in each other's holds under the covers, eyes so blissfully closed, and sleeping so deeply.

Till the door sprang open and an angry Price sprang through, pulling the covers off of you, and holding the collar of your shirt in a deathgrip.

"DID YOU SLEEP WITH M'EX-WIFE, YOU BLOODY IMBECILE?!" he barked at you, giving you an awful fright.

"WHAT- WHA- NO! NO, I'M- I'M NOT LIKE THAT- I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR EX-WIFE!" you protested, jumping into Simon's arms, who's equally perturbed.

"YEAH MATE, SHE'S BEEN W' ME, WE LEFT YER BLOODY WIFE GOOD ALONE!" Simon protested for you, holding you tight.

Price looked you over and scratched his chin.

".. oh. But y'did in m'dream though."