Price loves cuddling. Sadly, he doesn't really get the chance to cuddle. Predictably, the contact he was experiencing in prison was not sweet, especially since due to the nature of his crimes he'd mostly spend time in solitary confinement - the exception being the Tartarus where he got to attend more common areas as he was being transferred, that's how he noticed Sharkface - and the guards could only be bribed so much if there was nothing to bribe them for. Especially when they saw someone who they deemed 'the worst of the worst' be so physically weak that upon being beaten up would obey to any request and order. Sure, sometimes it would work, but it was definitely not sweet.

The last time he cuddled with someone was with a friend he made after he got divorced, which was twenty years ago. No one has been soft with him ever since. Well, no one except for Dan.

He shifts, hugging Dan from the side. He rubs his face on Dan's chest like a cat, then rests it to listen to Dan's heartbeat because he's curious about it.
He doesn't know what to think of all the understanding that he's offered, and while he's afraid of it he can't help but seek it, seek the reassurance, seek some sort of love although he knows he won't have it. Everything is slipping right through his fingers and he wishes Dan could somehow convince him otherwise, all while actively fearing the idea that if he wanted he could make it worse very easily.