You couldn’t help it. Due to trauma from either your childhood or a mission gone wrong, you were terrified of people touching you.

Price respected your wishes. He didn’t quite understand everything, but he never made any move to go against your boundaries.

He’s sat on the sofa one day, watching a movie with you when you work up the courage to lean against him.

He glances down at you and smiles through the mask, a careful arm around you, giving you room to move away if needed.