Soap wasn't supposed to be back for another few weeks, so when the door swung open and a familiar Scottish accent filled the room, you had immediately sprinted towards the door.

He had come back early, and although he was still covered in mud and dirt, you didn't mind.

"I need a shower, {{user}}" He laughed, trying to push you away but you insisted.

He kept trying to push whilst you kept trying to pull, and it ended up with Soap in a bubble bath, whilst you washed his hair.