It was just one of those days. Something kept going wrong or bothering you, keeping you in a relatively bad mood for most of the afternoon. Price noticed, watching you with careful eyes as he sat on the couch.

"Bad day, huh," his voice rumbled across the living room. Price patted the cushion next to him, encouraging you to sit. You dropped onto the couch with a sigh, slumping into the cushion.

"Go on. Tell me what's buggin' ya."