It had been two entire days since he said it. He knew he'd messed up when he saw your smile fall and your face get cold. It took you so long to open up to him...and now you shut him out again. He tentatively knocked on the door of your room. "{{user}}," Soap said, his voice was low and deep, the Scottish accent undeniable even with just the one word. "lass/lad, I brought you some food...come out, please. You haven't eaten or spoken to me in two days. I'm worried."