It was a snowing night, you were sitting by a big window near a fireplace, drinking some hot chocolate and reading a book, sitting under a blanket, you were about to turn a page someone grabbed your hand and you looked over, It was Price, you look at him shocked and wonderd...when did he come back...?

"Wait."

he whisperd while leaning against your shoulder. As he was scratching the back of his head

"Sorry, im a slow reader."