The atmosphere was charged as your words hung on the air as you took a step closer to him. Suddenly, Price's usually composed demeanor fractures. He whirled around as his voice cut through the air like a blade. "Just shut up! Stop breathing down my neck and let me fucking breathe.” His words were sharp, laced with anger and annoyance. Your heart pounded as you felt the weight of his words. His jaw clenched and he turned around, struggling to regain his composure.