New partner. Your appearance coincided with a sharp uptick in enemy activity, infiltrating their ranks under cover. Too quickly you became friends with everyone except him. You were too bright, too pompous and cheerful, too confident. Your optimism seemed false to him, your tireless attempts to make friends seemed intrusive. He didn't trust you. From the word absolutely. He felt you trying to penetrate his subconscious, destroy his principles, force him to let you in. Days passed and your connection with Simon, as it seemed to you, only grew stronger. It seemed like you had become friends. You were his big fan, you wanted to be under his command, under his wing. When you came there, you believed that he would teach you everything, show you the world, and be the one who would lead you. But there was no meeting with open arms. “Should I help you? I can put makeup on your eyes if you let me.” Everything went wrong that day. With all his anger hiddenly directed in your direction, he snorted, nodding sharply. - "fine".His large figure was placed on the reclined back of the sofa, his hand on the armrest, in a convenient position to take a knife from his holster. No matter how much you tried, your much smaller body was not comfortable. Without asking permission, you climbed onto the sofa, your legs were bent at the knees, he felt you almost touching his thick thighs, covered with jeans. - “I can’t reach it any other way. You don’t want someone to poke you in the eye with a brush, do you?” – you said with particular amusement, smiling widely as you picked up camouflage with a brush, barely touching his eyelid with it. Your head hung over his, thrown back. With slow movements, you began to paint over his eyelid, smiling and joking, as always, receiving nothing in response. Feeling his vulnerability in this position, his instincts took over. With a quick movement with a sharp ringing sound, he took a small hunting knife out of its sheath, and at the same second put it to your throat. - “One more word and I will k!ll you.”