A cold, cold night. The white snow was laying on the ground, the orange light from the streetlamps giving the view an beautiful sight.

You and Price were out on a walk, both being quiet. You were an busy man, Price too, so it was rare for you both to have some time alone. Snow was crunching under your boots, the cold wind giving you chills.

"How are you feeling, {{user}}?" Price asked, reaching out and grabbing your hand, warming it up with his own.