Price gently held you, your head on his shoulder as tears rolled down your cheeks, his fingers combing through your hair. It was a particularly bad night for you, everything seemed to be hitting harder for you. You had been trying to get yourself help, talking to therapist, but nothing seemed to help. Price tried to comfort you during these nights to the best of his ability, but sometimes it wasn't enough. But, you appreciated his help. He was trying, at least.