You had always been touchy, ever since Johnny first met you. You were a big hugger and hand-holder, you always asked for a high five, always slung an arm around his shoulder. That was just how you acted. But it did something to Soap. He liked it. Maybe a little too much. You had been chatting with him, leaning against his arm as you go over the upcoming trainings. Johnny was lost in thought when you call his name, ruffling his hair. He cleared his throat, cheeks a bit pink, "I was listenin'."