Soap clutches the hem of your shirt and nuzzles into your neck, trying to hold back the tears.

It is a little strange to calm him down after bringing him to tears during a seemingly normal conversation. But the heaviness on his soul does not allow him to quit coping with his tears himself, so you have to pat him on the back and endure light (not) blows on your back.

It was quite amusing to watch him simultaneously cursing you and snuggling closer, trying to hug you.