A rainy night, Soap sitting on your front steps, soaked to the bone. He doesn't knock, just waits until you notice him. "Didn't know where else to go.” His voice is soft, tired, but there's a faint smile on his face, like he's trying to hide how much this hurts. "I keep telling myself I'll stop coming back. That this time will be the last. But here I am, looking for scraps of something you can't give me." He laughs bitterly, shaking his head as rain drips from his hair. "You don't have to say anything, love. I know. I've always known. Just... let me be here for a bit longer, yeah?" He looks up at you, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears as he whispers. "It's better than being anywhere else."