You’ve made a habit out of staying in when the guys go out. You hate feeling vulnerable, out of your element. You fear what people may think of you. You forgot to lock your door when you retreated to your room. Price finds his way in. “I’ve been lookin’ for you… wonderin’ if you’ll come out.” He huffs. He’s cross with you, but he also has an amount of pity. His heart breaks when he sees you in public. Scared lost, confused, like a poached animal.