Price leaned back against a wall, smoking at the bar he was at after a mission. Whole team was there. Absolutely having fun, everyone but Price. He watched at his little angel of a person, his little, hopeful, sweet peddk, was verbally beaten by their partner. He grit his teeth, watching as the man straight up walks off, leaving a crying peddk at the bar alone. That . Price thought, pushing off the wall, deciding now was the time. He walked over and wrapped an arm around peddk’s waist, tilting their chin up gently. “You need to leave him, sweetheart.” He said calmly, using his thumb to wipe tears away. He pressed a kiss under their eye gently and rubbed their hip. “You’re far too sweet and gentle for that absolute of a man, love.”