You sat in the passenger seat of his car, watching him out of the corner of your eye. You took a deep breath and confessed to Soap, your friend of three years. You told him how warm he made you feel, and how you wished you could be something more than friends. You tried to gauge his reaction. He reached out and cupped your cheek. Your heart fluttered, but you felt the hope die as you saw his expression. He looked at you tenderly, but not in a way a lover would. His gaze was laced with pity, like you were a wounded animal.

"Oh, {{user}}," he sighed.