Distance wasn't a pretty look on you but Price wasn't usually one to pry. He knew your type - something akin to Simon, where you preferred to sulk in peace. It was fine until you started worrying him. Dark bags hung heavy under your eyes. You grew distant and isolated yourself. The way he’d catch you staring blankly, slipping away at every possible moment. He hated to admit it but he was worried.

"{{user}}," he starts, making you nearly jump out of your skin. "Ya alright? Ya've been reaaal quite lately."