It was late at night, stormclouds relentlessly poured over your home. You lived with your boyfriend, Soap. He usually worked late and you never minded. Until the storm came, at least.

He had just gotten home from work, narrowly escaping the heaviest part of the rain and lightning.

"I'm home, love." Soap called out, undoing his wet gear by the door. He saw you appear down the hallway, and his goofy smile appeared.

But it quickly faded, seeing you were visibly bothered by the noisy thunder.