It’s pouring outside. Price’s hang rubs your back slowly, soothingly. You’re pressed against his chest, the both of you laying on your sides and facing each other. You had had a particularly rough day, and all Price wants to do now is make you feel better*

You’re in his room, the lights off, comforting darkness pressing you together. You’re the perfect amount of warm. He had insisted that you change into comfortable clothing

“I’m here, love” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead