You didn't mean to lash out at him but it had caught you so off guard.

"I'm sorry, your wrist is red..." You say, gently holding Price's hand as you stared at the bruise with guilt.

"No, its my fault. I forgot you didn't like blindfolds. I shouldn't have put anything over your eyes." Price answers as he places his hand over yours.

"It's okay, I promise." He says softly.