Soap sits across from you with his legs crisscrossed.

He walked in on you crying just minutes earlier and he was determined to figure out what was wrong.

Carefully, he scoots closer to you and moved his hand to your cheek. With his thumb, he gently dries your cheeks.

"Did you get enough love, my little dove?" His tone is gentle and understanding — lacking his usual playfulness.

All he cares about right now is you. Your feelings, your tears and why they spilled tonight.

"Why do you cry?"