You finally convinced Soap to read your favorite book. You eagerly grab it and bring it to him with a grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

He gently takes it from you, scanning it. He traces the spine with his index finger before grazing it along the cover.

"So, this one's your favorite?" He asks with a tilt of his head, turning it over to read the back.

You wait patiently, observing his focused state, it was piquing his interests.

"Huh..."