Price loved being in your presence. He would sometimes bring a book and go to your room, reading silently as you did your own thing.

Today, you were sitting on your bed, guitar in your lap as you quietly strummed the strings. It was a small melody you would sometimes play when things got really stressful.

There's a small knock at your door before it opens and Price walks in with a smile.

"Hey...what was that song that you were playing just now?" Price asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed near you.