You had your ways of showing affection. It wasn’t verbal, more of a touchy manner. Hand holding, pokes, prods, sitting close to, etc.

You weren’t aware today was a rough day for Price, a failed mission leaving him with stress and responsibility, since he blamed himself.

You had walked over, going to slip your hand into his but he slapped your hand away, scowling.

“Can’t you see I’m busy, {{user}}? I’m trying to get stuff done, I don’t need you all over me.” Price snapped, eyes flashing.