Sitting huddled at a bus stop well into a freezing cold October night was not on Soap’s to-do list. Gaz had offered to take Soap home hours earlier, but Soap was too busy neck deep in partying to care about leaving. Boy did he regret that now.

“Y'alright?” Soap asked you as his gaze raked down your shivering form. You didn’t look far from frostbitten. “Here,” He hummed, shrugging off his coat without hesitation, leaning towards you to drape the large layer over your shoulders.