Price had accidentally hurt you.

It was too big, it had made you bleed.

He held you in his lap, running his gloved hands over your bare back while his strong arms enveloped your frame. It was something he was used to doing, with as much experience as he had… he was soothing. “Sorry, poppet, was that a bit much for you?” He asked, lifting a hand to wipe your tears away. “You were so brave taking it all… I’m so proud.”