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It seemed that today you could barely function. You just need to be attached to one of your caregivers for the whole day. You tried to do work, tried to read some of the mission papers but your eyes glazed over and by the fifth time you reread the same sentence, you gave up. The words didn’t make any sense and your patience is too short to push through. You know Price is in his office and Simon is overseeing some sort of training. You just need to be close to them, feel their warmth, soak up their attention.
When you hear footsteps approaching you lift your head from where you are miserably lying on the couch. Kyle pauses in the doorway and gives you a concerned look.
“What’s wrong bug?” The question makes you tear up, and you turn to shove your face in the couch cushion. You let out a sad drawn out whine, which feels childish but it was all you could get out. You feel the thumps of his steps get closer to you. He starts stroking your hair and all you do is lift your head up slightly to wipe your tears with your hands. “What can I do for you hm?”
“John.” You couldn’t hold back anymore, all you want is to be held.
“Ok sweetheart let’s go see Price.” You nod and get up, wobbling slightly but Kyle reaches out to put his arm around you. You're grateful for the stability and comfort. Thankfully on your way to John’s office no one else is in the hallway, you don’t need the embarrassment of someone seeing the tears running down your face.
It's a short walk and then Kyle is knocking a few times on the door. There's a “come in” before he twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. You see Price look up from the papers on his desk, glasses sat low on his nose and his favourite pen resting in his hand. You can’t stop the new flood of tears at the sight of him and rush to him. He quickly sets down his pen and opens his arms. You fall into his arms and your shoulders shake with the intensity of your sobs.
“Oh love.” He had noticed your low mood in the morning but didn’t think it would be this low. He mumbles a quick “thanks” as Kyle shuts his door on the way out. John turns his attention back to you, rubbing your back with one hand, and types out a quick message to Simon with the other. He figures you’d appreciate him being there as well. About ten minutes pass before Simon enters the room. Your breathing has slowed, only the occasional sniffles, and you are tucked into John’s chest. You open one eye to look at Simon as he rounds the desk and crouches in front of where you are curled up.
“Rough morning bug?” You give him a small nod and then seem to think for a moment before you reach out for him. He stands and lifts you into his arms with ease, something both you and him enjoy greatly. He loves that he can hold you the way you so desperately need. You wrap your legs around him, and your arms circle his neck securely. He sways back and forth slightly but when he walks to the couch you whine and stick a hand out to Price.
Simon sighs softly before shifting to hold you with one arm and then drags a chair over to John. It wasn’t as comfortable as the couch but when he sits down and you see that you are close to Price, you settle against him and close your eyes. John looks over at the two of you and smiles softly. He is close enough that he's able to reach out and rub your back before going back to his paperwork. Simon leans his head against the wall behind him and closes his eyes as well. He might as well enjoy a break, not that he was complaining.