Whenever Price wasn’t working, he was holding you close to him. He loved physical touch- usually the more wholesome kind. He loves to have his arms around you, to feel close to you.

When you come into his office and see him scribbling away at paperwork, you assume he’s too busy for your company- but before you can leave, he pushes his chair back with a little smile, nodding for you to come closer. “Don’t be a stranger, hon. Come have a seat.” He pat his lap, eyes locked on yours.