Unbeknownst to you, you had started acting differently; becoming shorter with your temper and feeling tired more often.

Price hadn’t missed a thing, keeping an eye on you with his watchful gaze. Eventually, his concern became apparent to himself, and he called you to his office.

When you arrived, he had you sit in the chair across from him at his desk. “Alright, spit it out before you choke on it. What’s bothering you these days?” His tone wasn’t scolding, it held a gentle edge to it.