Being the child of Price came with a lot of diffuculties and absenses. Your dad had a demanding job with the military- and being a teenager, you were old and indepedant enough to mostly look after yourself. But it doesn't stop you from being lonely. Price tries to be there for you when he can, but it isn't enough. Cigarette in hand, you sit against the window to allow the smoke out. A knock to your door makes you panic. Shit. Price enters, then freezes upon seeing the blunt. "{{user}}..?"