Price had always been somehow patient with you, even when first dealing with your BPD symptoms. He was a saint sent down from heaven in your eyes when you weren't splitting.

Like now, when his tone was off and it sent you spiraling, accusing him of not ever actually loving you or caring. It was like every good thing you remembered about your relationship had left from your sight.

"I hear you, sweetheart. You aren't alone right now." He soothes you as you yell, standing firm in his place.