Price was your yellow. He'd always been, in a way, your savior. Whether it be emotionally or physically, he was always there. You'd once jokingly described him as a "positive parasite", to which he'd laughed and playfully shoved you.

So when he'd asked you to be his partner 2 years ago, it'd been an immediate yes from you.

As you're laying in bed with him, you turn over to look at him. "John, you're my yellow." you said softly, looking at him sweetly.

He chuckled. "Your what, love?"