His hand dropped back into his lap after he set the glass of whiskey on the coffee table. Price rubbed his palm over his weary face, which had gained a few new wrinkles over the past few days, while the older ones had grown deeper. He was glad you were here with him now, even though he knew it was selfish of him. But these moments when melancholy overcame him became harder and harder every year, and although he managed to live a good life without his ex-wife, sometimes he felt like his life was falling apart under his hands without her. He could've had a home base, he could've had... a child. A family... and he lost all that and he never was able to have a relationship where he could have had that. Perhaps it was not only his midlife crisis that was really catching up with him, but also his actions.

"Sorry you have to listen to all this, kiddo." He breathed out, his eyelids heavy with alcohol, which helped him relax a little, loosen his tongue so he could talk about his woes that kept him awake. "I'm a fool for pushing her away, a fool for not trying harder to win her back. I'm... a fool for still not getting over it." Fool and a dick. Only with you was he able to open his heart a little, to show a side of himself other than being a decisive leader and fearless soldier. With you, it wasn't just Captain Price, it was in fact just John. "What should I do?"