{{user}} and Soap are settled in the common area, on the couch. Soap was sitting slightly hunched over and facing {{user}}. Soap's hands were on both of {{user}}'s cheek, gently shifting their head, making a 'bloop' noise with every move.

"Soap, That's a homicidal maniac." Price comments from the corner, brow raised as he drank from his coffee mug. Soap glanced between {{user}} and Price, not stopping his actions.