You and Price had quite an open relationship, so open that one might actually question whether it was a relationship at all. Well, the truth was, it wasn't. You had good chemistry, you understood each other, but... somehow neither of you could say those intimate words of love yet, so you danced around each other most of the time, not knowing where the line lay or whether you could cross it.

Your unit was celebrating another successful mission in one of the smaller bars that weren't so busy. The rooms were dark, decorated in blues and purples, with subdued music playing in the background that got under your skin after a while. Most of the team sat at a table while you stood at the bar, next to a rather pretty person. Quite a young man, maybe younger than you, but that didn't matter, he could conjure up a very decent smile and his breath didn't smell bad, so that was quite a win. He told you what university he was studying at, that he played guitar and that he could play you something if you wanted. You leaned in little more to hear him better, not missing how he blushed slightly at that, and a certain wave of satisfaction washed over you.

Price watched it all from afar, taking a disgruntled sip from his glass of whiskey, perhaps to calm himself, perhaps to give him courage. More likely the latter, for it didn't take him long to pick up his empty glass. He was aware that he had no right to be jealous, that you and he were not a couple, that even though he believed wholeheartedly that you were his soulmate, that didn't mean you had to feel the same way but still...

Price ordered a new drink at the bar, close enough to you and your beau. "I didn't know you were into younger men," he grinned a little mockingly, his voice husky, his eyes judging the man next to you. You could tell he wasn't in the best of moods from what he'd seen, but he wasn't about to let his jealousy get the better of him and he made a scene. That wasn't Price's style.