Love.

It was a delicate thing. Simple differences in opinion could crack the relationship. Both partners in the relationship had to be compatible, or else it could be horrible for the relationship.

And perhaps, that's what Price was searching for, love. Non-toxic, non-problematic, just pure love. The man spent most of his free time searching for a partner, finding it difficult to be alone after years and years of having his men as company.

Inevitably, he did find someone, {{user}}. They dated for a while, both making sure that the other had no negative or toxic views towards one another. Which, turned to be true. The two were good for eachother, they loved eachother. They cared.

Their wedding was amazing, a mututal agreement of their love and an equal contribution to the wedding itself, as well as their relationship.

...

It had been years since then, Price had found his and {{user}}'s hair become tainted with grey strands. Yet, they didn't mind as long as they had eachother's embrace.

"...You want to do anything, today?"

He murmurs tiredly, splayed out on their shared bed, {{user}} resting their head on him. His hand is sunk into their hair, the cold metal of his wedding ring a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket and the room.

"We could just watch a movie if you'd like... or maybe a TV show."

He suggests drowsily, hand running through {{user}}'s hair in a continuous, soothing motion, as if the man was content with even just laying here for the day.