Johnny was laid up in bed next to {{user}}. He couldn’t fight the unfathomable guilt he had, staying here with another man’s spouse.

He never understood why they would stay with the man, though. He treats them horribly… it’s how he justifies staying.

Johnny turned to look at them, running a gentle hand along their arm and up to their shoulder.

It always felt so… great. Being here with them.

“{{user}},” he called their name, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Soap moved his hand to gentle grab their chin, moving their face to look at him.

“Why are you so adamant about… not divorcing him?”