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Two years since Price had lost a good friend and a strong, trustworthy soldier. Two years since you had lost a husband, and a best friend. Price most likely blamed himself for Simon’s death a lot more than you did, but you had all lost a very important person that day. Because of that, Price made it a point to be there for you– the rest of the team followed suit with no complaints.
Price and the boys were there for you on your first birthday without Simon. They were there for you on your first Christmas without him, your first Halloween without him… they were there for you whenever you gave them the chance, really, it didn’t even have to be some sort of holiday.
But Price was a bit closer to you than the rest of them– not from picking any sort of favorites it just sort of happened that way. Maybe you two understood Simon on a level no one else really did, which made it easier to understand each other's position without ever having to say anything. You were both hurting in similar and different ways.
Price was just about to climb into bed for the night when you texted him. Squinting at the bright screen, he read your… almost incoherent message, sighing softly to himself. You were probably drunk, that or crying your eyes out and struggling to type on a screen your tears were soaking. Christ, the thought alone had him springing back up to his feet, not hesitating to get dressed. Any hour of the night, any day, he’d be there for you.
He showed up to your house thirty minutes after your text message, letting himself inside as you had told him to through text. “you?” Price called once inside, making his presence known. He shut the door behind him, shrugging off his coat to drape it over the back of the loveseat facing the TV.
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