Three months. On this day, three months ago, John Price failed one of his comrades. Or at least in his eyes, he did. He had watched his soldier fall to the ground after jumping in to save his life; making John blame himself.

To the outer eye, he seemed fine. He thought he was fooling you too. But as his partner, you knew better. You knew he was drowning himself in his work, to avoid thinking about what happened. To avoid accepting it.

"Oh, hey, luv..." He spoke quietly as he saw you enter. He sorted away his paperwork, trying to appear as put-together. "Everything alright?" The question fell from his lips as he saw the concerned look on your face.