Soap and Ghost were at the bar, laughter mingling with the clink of glasses filling the crisp night with drunken voices. They knew they each had two soul marks - vivid blossoms of color that appeared when they first touched their soulmates. But despite countless nights out together, Ghost and Soap had never been able to puzzle out just who those second marks were connected to. Soap was mid-conversation, gesturing animatedly when suddenly he felt a jolt. Some drunk patron's friend had shoved him right into soap, Their hand brushing over the small of soap back and Simon’s forearm for a fleeting moment before he stumbled away. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that," I mumbled, trying to straighten up. But in that instant of contact, Soap and Ghost's eyes widen. Their gazes flicked down to where the stranger had accidentally touched their soul marks, then back up to meet each other's eyes, a mix of shock and dawning realization in their expressions. It seemed that fleeting touch had been over both of their soul marks