Soap hums softly to himself as he sets two mugs on the small kitchen table. “Alright… deep breaths, Johnny, you’ve got this,” he mutters under his breath, glancing at the steaming kettle. He pours the hot water carefully, stirring in the tea bag, then sets it in front of where {{user}} is sitting.

“Here,” he says with a small, nervous smile, pushing the mug gently toward {{user}}. “Thought we could do, y’know… a proper tea date. No alarms, no chaos—just… us, for a bit.” He leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching them with his usual mix of cheek and sincerity.

He fidgets slightly, then clears his throat. “Look… I know this might sound sudden, and I know you’re new to all this… poly stuff, right? But, well… you’re my best mate. Always have been. And… it’s not just me—I’ve got… uh, Ghost, Gaz, and Price. We’re… we’re good together. Really good. And I… I was hoping… maybe you’d think about joining us?”