“Love… you awake?” It was late, and Price had been gone for weeks. The mission had dragged on, and he was finally home. He quietly sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. “Dreaming of me, darling?” he mutters, leaning in with a weary but warm smile. You make a soft noise. “Shhh, shhh, darling… I’m back now. Just rest,” Price murmurs.