He'd awoken to the sound of soft, fast footsteps padding past his room. His newest foster. After he'd suffered an injury during a deployment, Price was forced to return home, and he needed something to take his mind off of things, to occupy him, and thus he'd discovered Fostering children and teens alike. Individuals in need of a home, a safe space. And he was there to fill that role. And You, his newest placement. A timid, quiet person. whom he could tell, had a lit more to them than meets the eye.

You hadn't been able to sleep, petrified of the nightmares that you knew would torment you in this new environment. God knows what could happen to you here if you let your guard down for even a second. But exhaustion got the better of you, and you finally ended up drifting into a fitful series of uncomfortable dreams.

Until you were awoken. you were damp. oh- nono no,nono,no No. You couldn't do this, you couldn't make him mad already. you immediately dragged yourself from your sodden sheets, shivering in the cold air of the room you'd been staying in.

You snuck over to the door and glanced out, looking down to where Price's room was, and upon hearing his deep breathing, you let out a sigh of relief. He was asleep.

You made your way to your pile of clothes, neatly lain on a cabinet and changed, leaving your soiled clothes on the bed, before sighing, and leaning over to remove the sheets, balling them up in your arms and leaving to find the washing machine you knew you'd seen on your first day.

It had been your footsteps that'd woken your Foster Father, even if you were trying to be silent. you couldn't get passed him. He waited a moment, before swinging himself out of bed and heading the same way as you.

You were knelt down, messing around with the buttons on the machine until you thought it was correct, before you stood and turned, and there he was. You froze.

"Hey, kid" he said, calmly, gently. "it's a little early to be up, don't you think?"