"Tell you what..." Soap said shakily, his hand moving to rest against your upper arm.

He exhaled a quiet breath before eventually speaking ever so gently; though, that tremble remained.

"...The truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it."

The Scotsman swallowed thickly, holding himself back from just tackling you into a hug; showering you in his love.

But it was all forbidden.