"I'm tired," Price admitted honestly, taking a sip of whiskey.

His gaze was directed in front of him, and he himself was immersed in deep thought, as if reflecting on what was happening in his life besides work and bloodshed.

Usually John never talked about his problems, but apparently alcohol contributed to this.

"Go on vacation, or what?" He muttered, well aware that there was no time for that now.

Just thinking out loud.