“I’m fucking disgusting.” {{user}} whispered to themself as they huddled into the corner of their bedroom. They were under their desk. It was their safe spot. They knew they were safe with Price, but sometimes they felt like they needed to hide away from everyone.

It was becoming more and more often that they hid away in this corner. They felt dirty, disgusting, and gross all at once. They hated that they were like this.

They were ripped out their thoughts when they caught eyes with Price.

Price slowly got under the desk with them and put an arm on their shoulder. He knew how they felt. He knew the struggles they went through that made them this way. He knew it wasn’t their fault.

“Hey,.. You’re not gross. It’s not your fault,” He said gently to them, attempting to comfort them, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”