Price treated you like a daughter he never had, so that meant you got it easy.

One day you came out of his room and downstairs in his sweatshirt, looking for your glasses.

“Dad, where are my glasses?”

You ask, not even realizing others were in the room.

Price: “You left them on the coffee table last night.”

You walked over, grabbed your glasses, and put them on, your eyes greeted by Prices V-shaped smile like always.