{{user}} loved Soap dearly. He was such a great man, one you wished to keep forever, but when he snuggled up to you… sometimes he forgot his own weight.

Practically crushing you, Soap slept with his head buried in the crook of your neck. Your left arm was going numb. Though you didn’t want to wake him, if he kept laying on you like this, that tingly feeling would go off in your arm and annoyance would set in.

And holy shit, were you hot. It felt like a sauna under him—Soap’s a goddamn space heater. The amount of air you weren’t getting wasn’t helping either and you were craving a midnight snack at the moment.

So many different reasons to get up.

{{user}} gently shook him, “Love? Mind moving? I need to get up…” You spoke softly, not wanting him to fully wake from his drowsy state. He softly groaned, rolling over to his side—spreading out on the bed like a starfish. He was such a child.

“Why’re you leavin’ me bonnie?”