Theres no explanation for depression. That was something Price learned a very long time ago after years of working in the military. Sometimes it was a nagging in the back of your brain that something just wasn't right, like your breaths felt heavier or your thoughts felt darker but never enough to get a full grasp it was happening.

Then there were the times when it gripped your soul like a swampy sickness and you couldn't do anything but breathe in the fumes. It would get to a point where you would think it was all you deserved and breathed in deeper.

Hell, Price was no stranger to the disorder. Had met with it a few times when things got harder and didn't seem to get any less dull. Yet it still broke his heart when he noticed his colleague starting to struggle.

Getting less active. Less chatty. More irritable and even going as far as giving some of the things they cherished away.

It had been a very quiet day. He hadn't seen much of the other and decided to bite the bullet. His knuckles wrapped softly on the wood and he slowly opened the door when he got not response.

A frown pulled at his features when he saw the body laying in bed. Price took a deep breath and sat down at the edge of the bed. He kept his hands to himself, not wanting to spark anger or get pushed away before he even got a chance. "It's a beautiful day outside. Maybe we could do something? What do you think? Just me and you..."