Oh sorry I thought this was an update to an existing story! Sorry I misunderstood. But I look forward to reading it when it is available

What is this fic? Could you share the link? Im intrigued!!

All this to explain, I get it. 100% feel it. I think I was saying goodbye to him for so long, that it wasn't painful. I made my peace with it long before he had passed. Don't let anyone make you feel off for the way you process your grief. Sending love and good vibes your way, hun.

I went to work the next day. I was just quieter than normal. No one knew a difference. But he was in so much pain the majority of his life that it was a relief he wasn't in pain. I barely shed a tear. I kinda hate saying that cause it makes me sound heartless. But he's "in a better place"

Everyone grieves differently. I lost my dad a couple of years ago. I knew, at a young age, he wouldn't be around to see a lot of my life. He was terminally ill. I thought covid was going to take him out, it didn't. He held on, came home from a hospital stint, got better, then gone after a month.

I thought it was so funny especially in the scene where they are all in the truck with thr dog and frog are in the truck bed... id take that as a sticker too lol. A shoulder pat kills me. So soap

I really love that end scene. Lol I think from there ghost would be more diligent in working with soaps ... non-memories. But the premise of making him fall in love with him everyday would totally be something ghost would do for Johnny

Sorry for the typos I cannot type on my phone... Hopefully it's understandable, but it's is bedtime and I'll fix it later

Simon stares in shock at an image of himself sans mask. John wastes no time going to the next tearing off the tarp and the next and the next.

Simon stares dumbfounded at all the paintings of himself.

"I don't I know who you are," John utters softly, "but I dream about you, almost everynight"

Simon nods before John drags him by his still-grasped hand. John pushes through a couple doors until he reaches a room with painting easels all covered.

"This is my studio," John smiles, he let's go of Simon's hand to tear off the first covering.

The man barely hesitates before placing his hand in Soap's for a shake. "Simon,"

"Simon," John hasn't broken eye contact, with him once, "can I show you something?" He gestures over his shoulder.

"No," Soap says flatly.

The man's shoulders sink his eyes water as everything slowly sinks into the man before him. It's like Doap is watching the man fall apart infront of him. "That fuckin sucks," the man rasps.

Soap holds out his hand towards the man, "I'm John, friends call me Soap,"

"Johnny?!" The man's voice sounds so raw, so hurt. So hopefully yet not willing to believe.

Soaps eyes widen in surprise, he's always hated being called Johnny but the way this man says it, it feels... right.

The man's beautiful honey eyes scanned his face. "You-You don't know who I am, do you?"

Soap however has a tingling sensation of being watched, he turns to see a blond man turn away. That profile. Soap jumps up and chases after the man surprising the staff. He catches up and reaches out to grab the man's arm. He tenses and turns slowly. Soap can't take his eyes off the man.

Ghost goes to the assisted living place Soap stays at. Watches from afar. (Face mask off) Ghost sees soap teaching a class, he sees how happy Johnny is again. He slowly turns and walks away.

Kate responds after a long silence "he's started drawing and painting again, you should go see him, he even started to teaching others how to paint"

At some point he checks in Kate after a mission. She asks if he's heard from Soap. Ghost just mutters it's hard to talk to someone when they don't remember a single thing about you.

The dog licking the frog as a funny Lil add on!! Lol