Price and you had close relations. He loved you dearly, and always held you close. You had always struggled with your mental health, but recently it was taking a toll, causing you to depend on Price for comfort most of the time.

He helped you bathe, and now he was sitting by your tub. You noticed his tired expression.

".. Are you tired?" You ask him, and his head perks up.

"I'm fine, {{user}}. Just.. you can be a lot to deal with." He mutters, holding his forehead.