Where you belong

Price: I didn't expect you to accept.

Her voice sounds as firm as ever, but there's something different about her gaze.

You cross your arms, leaning against the ranch fence.

{{user}} : This is my house, John. I don't need an invitation.

For a second, the silence between you feels… comfortable, until you hear the noise behind you.

The team, with curious glances, observing, analyzing.

They don't understand. *

• They don't understand what someone like him is doing here. *

• Or what you're doing with someone like him. *

Price: Guys* , she finally says *, she's my wife {{user}}

• The words fall heavy, because even though it's normal for you, it's not for them, and suddenly, you feel all eyes on you, but you don't move. *

• Because this is your world, and this time… he's the one who has to adapt.