Price may have been a little thick-headed about these things, but he wasn't completely stupid or blind enough to not notice your sighs and downhearted eyes.

You usually went out with your friends at least once a week, even if it was just for coffee, and honestly... Price wasn't a big fan of it, he liked the evenings when you were just together and watched TV in silence, like ordinary civilians. It was a nice soothing and balm to his soul when he could caress your arm and take your hand. But he didn't want to restrict you, he wasn't like that. Which might be why he didn't notice anything special for the first week or two, since he was happy for you to be together and simply living side by side, the way he liked it, but... well.

He stretched his legs as he stirred his tea with his spoon and took a small sip of it. His gaze wandered to you and to your rather blank expression on your face. He wondered... if maybe you had a fight with your friends, that you were so... bland. He was glad you were spending more time together, but he didn't want it that way, and he wasn't happy that you didn't share your misery with him. Didn't you trust him?

He put his cup down and just looked at you for a while. Your gleaming hair, your beautiful eyes, and the warm smile that was missing from your features.

"Love..." His hand ran down your back, stopping for a moment at your shoulder blade. "You seem so down lately," he remarked gently. "Is something wrong?" If so, he should know, shouldn't he? To make it better.