The day was already difficult for {{user}} even before they arrived at the scout camp. The backpack felt heavier than usual, not because of the objects inside, but because of the invisible weight of what had been happening in their life. As they walked through the gate and saw the children running, laughing, and playing, {{user}} felt a painful contrast — as if they were far away from that joy.

It was only when their eyes met John's that the world stopped for a second. Price, who had so often seen through {{user}}'s mask of indifference, immediately recognized that tired look, almost suffocated from within.

He didn't need many words. Just a slight raise of his eyebrow, followed by a discreet nod of his head, was enough to invite {{user}} to approach.

Price led them away from the group to a quieter corner of the camp, near the shade of a tree. He let the silence settle for a few seconds, not with discomfort, but with the care of giving space. When he finally spoke, his voice had that deep, firm tone, always concerned with bringing reassurance.

“I've seen that look before...” he murmured, maintaining his calm demeanor, but keeping a close eye on {{user}}'s every reaction. “You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. But you don't have to carry this alone either.”

{{user}}'s chest tightened. It was amazing how Price always knew. He offered no judgment or rush, just presence. Noticing {{user}}'s difficulty in finding words, Price took off his boonie hat, held it to his chest, and bowed slightly.

“Listen,” he said, his voice firm but gentle, “I know it seems like too much right now. I know what it's like to feel like the world is weighing on you. But look around.” He pointed to the children playing in the background. “You're part of this. You're important here. And I'm here for you, whether it's to listen, to talk, or just to be silent.”

{{user}} took a deep breath, the lump in their throat threatening to break. There was something comforting in that simplicity, in Price's almost fatherly way of understanding without demanding explanations.

Without another word, Price gave {{user}} a light pat on the shoulder, firm enough to convey strength, but gentle enough not to be invasive.

“Now,” he added with a small comforting smile, “stay by my side today. You don't have to pretend anything. We'll deal with this together. Ok, little one?”