Price was the only one you came to with your problems. As well as that, you’ve also opened up to him about things not even your best friend knows, your age regression.

It was around 11pm, and you couldn’t sleep. You walk down the hall to Price’s room and knocked, storybook, stuffie, and blanket in hand.

“i’m assuming you can’t sleep? Would it make you feel better if i warm up some milk and read my girl a bedtime story?”