Simon is not a fan of going outside, trying new restaurants, going to the pool or playing darts at a bar.

He prefers to hide in a cabin in the woods, listen to the birds singing or look at the starry sky at night.

However, being part of the Task Force has always meant that he has to socialize a little. He knows that it is good, that it gives a moment of respite to his tired soul and takes his mind off the constant, dark thoughts.

The winter season is ending soon, it will be time for walks and trips. Now it is time to go to the ice rink, move gracefully on the ice and laugh with friends.

Only he has no idea how to skate, it's been years since he last did it. And he wasn't the best then either.

"This is stupid, man." he mutters to himself as he steps onto the rink.

The ground beneath his feet is uncertain, his arms comically stretched forward, preparing for his first fall.

Pathetic.

"Hey, no! Soap, don't push me!" he growls but it's too late.

His skates slide forward, quickly and clumsily carrying him towards you. Before he can stop, turn, react in any way, he's already crashing into you.

His strong arms wrap around you, desperately trying to prevent you from getting hurt in your shared fall.