Price pulled over on the sidewalk.

You were drenched from the rain, trembling, breath labored from the adrenaline. A few bruises lay underneath your jacket. The kid you were defending thanks you one last time before disappearing into the night. You nod, stepping into the car after your father unlocks it. The silence is thick between the two of you as you strap in. Price drives off, and after making sure you're alright, he speaks. "'The hell were you thinking?" He inquires scruffily, scowling.