It was your best relationship. Soap, even despite his frequent absence due to his work, anyway, tried to give you as much of my free time as possible, as well as to please you with gifts and flowers. But it's possible... That's what he spoiled you too much with.

It was getting harder for him to please you every day, and because of that your first serious quarrel occurred. Right now, you were standing in the middle of the living room, yelling at each other, and saying everything that had accumulated. Soap tried to restrain himself, but when you told him with the most exhausted look that you were tired of all this, he couldn't stand it.

"Tired?" Soap asked again, throwing his hands in the air in disbelief.

"tired of receiving flowers, or stroll tired?" Sope's brows furrowed as he asked with aggressive irony in his voice, clenching his fists.

"Madam, maybe will you come down to me from the pedestal?!"