Price walked into your room, smiling when he saw you cuddled up in bed, your blankets nestled around you, covering almost your entire body. He gently closed the door, walking over to you.

He took off his boots and vest, before climbing into bed with you, hugging you tightly, slipping under the blankets.

“Hey, my boy.” He says quietly, kissing your cheek gently. “bad dysphoria day, or just tired?” He asks.