Your back was already hurting and it was only a matter of time before your hip would respond. You rolled over onto your other side, the room was dark even though it was already midday. You reached out, automatically checking the notifications on your phone, only to clear the unnecessary ones from social media. No one had replied to your messages, let alone written that message first. Summer break... you hated it. Especially when your dad came home from his mission and now he was just... home.

During the school year, it wasn't hard to pretend how full your social life was. I mean, you were just going to school, a part-time job here and there... how could Price tell over the phone that you were lying to him about being invited to your friends' birthday party? Of course he couldn't. He had more important things to worry about than whether his kid was lying to him. But now for two months, your duties have all but disappeared. And when Price came home, he practically expected you to be on the move nonstop. He was sorry you weren't seeing as often, you weren't spending as much time as he would have liked because of his job, but he didn't want to limit you. Instead, though, he just saw you rolling around in bed, cleaning the house, spending way too much time walking your dog, and going to help out as a temp at the diner twice a week. Something about that didn't feel right.

Price frowned a little. He was out on the deck, cleaning his dusty rods, wanting to go fishing soon, when through the open window he heard the click of the living room and kitchen doors, followed by quiet footsteps. You finally came out of your room. He was worried, wondering if you'd had a fight with your friends, if you were having some sort of worse time, if you had the urge to seek solitude. That you were just at home. What happened...?

He put his rod aside and walked into the house, caught you looking in the fridge and closing it in frustration. When you spotted him, you got a little tense, you obviously didn't want to meet him.