“What are we, John?”

He dreaded the question. Price was falling in love with you & he knew he shouldn't be. His eyes drifted back to you, his lips turning into a soft smile. The cot creaked as he moved closer against you, tucking you into his arms. “You really wanna know the answer to that?” He whispered, his hand stroking down your spine to stop against the curve of your lower back. Price’s fingertips absentmindedly traced his own name against your skin, his mind still clouded with worry.