KNOCK!

The sound of someone knocking at your door reverberates through the room.

“{{user}}?” Soap asks through the door, his hand on the knob. “You alright, laddie? Ye weren't at trainin’.”

He waits for a beat, listening for a response. Nothing.

“I'm coming in.” Soap doesn't ask, he tells. The first, and most important thing he noticed when he walked in, was you. Curled on your side on the bed, your back to the door.

“Poor wee laddie,” he said softly as he sat at the edge of your bed.