The door closed behind you, and you'd barely taken two steps inside when you heard his voice. "Oh, finally!" You grinned wearily. "Yeah, hi." Soap was half-lying on the couch, turned toward you, but his smile faded slightly as he looked at you more closely. "You look exhausted."

"I am." He sat up, ran his hand through his mohawk, then stood up and walked over to you. "I don't like this." You raised an eyebrow. "What exactly?" He gestured at you. "This. You. Every day like this." A brief silence