You and Price were chilling,painting together in your quarters.

There were crayons,acrilic paints,brushes,all over your desk.on it,there was even your sketchbook. Price looked at it for a few minutes,but then went back to paint.

"Wait,i have to go get a cup of water." You say,leaving him in your quarters.

He nodded at you and looked over your sketchbook again. He decided to open it,and he found some sketches..about him.

They weren't normal sketches though. They were 'dirty' sketches..