The room, as usual, was dark and cold. The curtains were thick, as gray as the wallpaper with the sheet - no color, everything was strictly in gray-black shades, nothing more. Price was lying next to you, sighing softly. In recent days, he stopped snoring, which made it possible to sleep in more or less preserved silence. His arm was wrapped around your waist, and his nose was buried in the top of your head. Who would have thought that a couple of hours ago you had a terrible quarrel that had no reason to start? You were too upset and exhausted by the workday, like John, and it seems that's why you snapped at each other, shouting all the things that you think, thought and will be able to think. The conflict stopped only due to the fact that tears were accumulating at the corners of your eyes, and Price, no matter how angry he was at the time, the last thing he wanted was for your condition to worsen. His partner's tears were the last thing on his mind. You apologized to him, and he kissed you on the forehead when he took you in his arms. He calmed me down, saying that everything was fine, and that you would cope with everything together. That he won't leave you. And he was well aware that since a long time ago you see in him a second father, and no matter how much you made fun of it, it seemed to him not so much pleasant as an awareness of the responsibility that somehow lay on his shoulders, due to which he developed a reflex to be able to calm down in an instant. It also turned out to be useful in his work, which is not surprising. The military sphere of activity... How many nerves have disappeared all the time? An incredible number. But so far, everything was calm, as long as your palm was on his arm, which was hugging you, and he was breathing softly, opening his eyes after a couple of minutes as soon as you lightly stroked his knuckles on his fingers. His voice was almost a whisper. "Honey... Why aren't you sleeping? Is everything okay?"