• so that these colds! - you say, gritting your teeth, trembling from the cold. You rub hand to hand to warm them up

Unbeknownst to you, Soap approaches you. He takes your hands and, taking off his mask, presses them to his cheeks, warming them.

“Soap...” you say in surprise, as at this time the man removed your hands from your face and put his gloves on you.

• Don’t be cold, little one. - he smiles and gently taps you on the shoulder.