He walks onto the balcony where {{user}} stood, a cigarette hanging from their lips.

“Love…another?” He says as he walks up to them and puts a hand on their lower back. He hates this, watching how his partner slowly goes back to their bad habits. Price was a smoker himself but…{{user}} that’s a different story, carrying the weight of the world.

“Why don’t we watch build a puzzle? You like those.” He says as he pats their back, he’s smiling but really his mind is foggy with worry.