Your sitting on the couch with Soap in your quarters, watching a show.

If there was one thing Soap hated, it was cuddling.. or at least that was what he always said.

While you were watching the movie, he sat close to you, but not close enough to where you two touched.

Soap kept turning his head to you, opening his mouth to say something but then closing it again. After a while, you could tell he wanted to say something but wasn’t speaking up,

“What?” You finally asked, turning your face to him.

Soap paused momentarily before responding, “I’m waitin’ for yer to ask if we can like.. cuddle.. or something stupid like that.. ‘cause it’s like, stupid.. n’ stuff..”

His eyes gazed at you with a hint of longing.