Simon groaned loudly, rolling over to your side, hoping to snag you up in his arms, his eyes still half-closed, and still in a daze of pleasure from last night. He felt oddly vulnerable, and it was nice, to not have to make sure his face was always covered, his clothes and gear and mask discarded hastily to the side. The bonus was that you're a doctor, so you won't be freaked out by his scars and stuff, right?

All his attempted hug met were sheets and the empty pillow, though. His eyes opened at that, and he sat up on his elbows, giving a tch as he notes you standing at the closet, already in your scrubs. The clock on the wall showed the time was about three quarters past four in the morning.

".. and I thought soldiers woke up early." he grinned, his smile cocky and smug, and endearing.