#I'm imagining price essentially being married to a more tolerable delia deetz

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Price with an eccentric, artistic older wife who spends all of her time while he's away making these fabulously dark and strange paintings. He left her entirely in charge of decorating and remodeling their home, it becoming a blend of modern art and sensible nostalgia. She sends him letters she's cut into funny shapes (he only complains because they tear more easily). They always smell like her and her strange perfume. Gaz thinks it smells rank but privately Price always holds it to his nose tenderly and drinks in the scent- this belongs to her and only her which means it smells like home to Price. Him looking at her art portfolio online while he's far away and its like she's writing love letters to him the way he can read each of her paintings and feel how horribly she misses him, how thoroughly she loves him.