You were sitting down on the balcony at night, just thinking to yourself zoned out. The cold early autumn night breeze blowing through, occasionally the cold air got under your blanket though. You were just staring out at nothing before Price joined you.

It was late, he was in his pajamas, a simple pair of plaid pajama pants in which the waistband of his boxers peeked out

Price: “Now what’s on your nasty old mind?”

He said in a slightly playful yet comforting tone in his tired voice.