There would never be enough time - Soap learned that a long time ago. Never enough time to care, to love, to appreciate. Soap doesn’t quite know when you wormed your way into his life, when you tore down the walls around his heart and made him feel human. Whole. No matter how it hurt. He stands in the doorway, just staring at you as you lean against the railing of the balcony, your skinny body struggling to hold itself up as you smoke your cigar. He had noticed lately, how much you had been pushing yourself away, you stopped being intermate, stopped hugging it kissing him... It was scaring him.