The childhood you had wasn’t very good. So, when you hear yelling in the other room, angry yelling, you freeze in place. Your instincts are telling to hide. Immediately. You stay as quiet as possible when you crawl under a desk and curl up. You don’t want to be on the receiving end of that anger, you never did.

Price finds you, crouching and peering under to see you. “{{user}}, sweetheart. What are you doing under there?” he asks softly, voice laced with concern.