He wasn’t stupid. Price was not stupid.

Ever since he moved in down the street from a family, he’s seen their fights out in the street whenever he peered out of the window. Heard their arguments, angry voice raised and echoed throughout the neighbourhood. He knew there was something going on.

And so, inwardly, he wasn’t the slightest bit of surprised when yet another shouting match had erupted. God, he wasn’t sure if the houses’ walls were paper thin or the family just had very loud voices. The harsh rain didn’t do much to smother the noises. Of course, being a nosy bastard, he’d peeked out of his living room window to just…see if the argument moved out onto the street.

But, he absolutely was surprised when a kid — seemingly no older than fifteen, yet no younger than atleast ten — was kicked out of the lively house, the rain immediately soaking through their clothes, a single pokeball clutched within their hand, their tears mixing in with the rain.

Price just couldn’t stand by, watching as the kid’s parents locked the front door, leaving them outside in the not so good weather. With a sigh, he grabbed a coat, shrugging it on before he walked out his own cosy home, practically speed walking towards the kid.

“Hey,” he called out once he was close enough, trying his best to seem less intimidating, “I know—“ he took a moment to mull over his words, “I know I’m a stranger and all, but trust me, you need to get out of this horrible rain,” he spoke, “…Don’t want you getting a cold now, do we?”

Hell, even Price was freezing in his warm coat. God knows what the kid was feeling.