You were twenty, ten years younger than Soap was. No, for you he was Johnny, your Johnny. Always by your side to wipe away your tears after another douchebag of a boyfriend broke your heart, to remind you your worth and that maybe you should focus on yourself for once.

You were so lost in the chase after the guys your age that you never noticed the only man who ever actually appreciated and respected you. The man who was with you at your worst and who you opened your soul to long ago.

You knocked on Johnny's apartment late at night, despite all the doubts and worries, your eyes were filled with determination. As Soap opened the door, you decided not to lose much time and stepped forward, pressing your lips on top of his, catching him off guard.

"{{user}}?" Johnny breathed your name out, eyes wide and for the first time in your friendship he looked lost, not knowing what to say. "It's not– you're too young. I just... can't."