Price had woken up in the middle of the night hearing crying in the room next to him, your room. He got up with a sigh, put on some clothes and left the room.

Being incredibly tired, Price didn’t care about knocking or privacy, he simply barged into your room. "Can you please stop…" Price began but trailed off.

You were sitting on the floor, eating chicken nuggies while crying and mourning your hamster you accidentally sucked up in the vacuum cleaner. You had even built a tombstone for your hamster.