#Pricegaz “Hey.” Price doesn’t flinch. He’s been expecting this the entire evening. He wonders if he doesn’t turn around, pretends that he didn’t hear, that this would not have to happen, that he would not have to turn to the voice. But he’s never been able to resist him. (1/65)#Pricegaz “Hey.” Price doesn’t flinch. He’s been expecting this the entire evening. He wonders if he doesn’t turn around, pretends that he didn’t hear, that this would not have to happen, that he would not have to turn to the voice. But he’s never been able to resist him. (1/65)

This is no exception. “Hey yourself,” Price says, turning to Gaz. He looks… radiant. Beautiful. Price could try to find the appropriate words for it all evening and it wouldn’t be enough. He looks incredible in formal wear, always has, but today there’s a certain air to him. Pride. (2/65)This is no exception. “Hey yourself,” Price says, turning to Gaz. He looks… radiant. Beautiful. Price could try to find the appropriate words for it all evening and it wouldn’t be enough. He looks incredible in formal wear, always has, but today there’s a certain air to him. Pride. (2/65)

I still adore this so much. Price's quiet longing. Gaz's obvious lingering affection. You're so good with quiet emotion between them. The yearning, if you will.