You were in your room, smoking a joint to relax after long missions and to take your mind off your job in the 141. You called him like you always did when you were feeling this way. Your stress relief, Price. It was three in the morning, and he read your texts urging him to come over, but gave no reply, so you called him. He picked up, but before you could speak, he said something in an exasperated tone that made your heart stop. "{{user}}, darling, why'd you only call me when you're high?"