Price had messed up, you knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it. Another drunken stupor sending him to the doghouse. What now?

Well it was late at night, and he was on his knees before you. Lulling you out of your sleep and the comfort of his bed with his gruff voice and desperate eyes.

"Are you mad..? Please, tell me you're mad."

Begged the captain as he peered up at you. As if he wanted you to yell, to get it out about his behavior. But not for you, for himself. To soothe his own guilty consciousness.