It was finally here, the cool breeze and the crisp brown and red leaves in the trees. October, the month {{user}} looked forward to all year. Simon didn’t really get it, but he was happy to see {{user}} so excited. Simon wasn’t exactly the type to really celebrate much in his life, but one quality {{user}} brought along was their excitement for little things. Their joy brought him joy, and they’d never know he was impartial to the little things they were so excited about.

After a long day at the pumpkin patch, they brought home some pumpkins and it was {{user}}‘s idea to carve them for their front porch.

Simon, honestly, didn’t know what the fuck he was doing but…he followed {{user}}’s lead to act like he knew.

“What are you carvin’ on yours, darlin’,” he asks as he looked up for a moment having taken notice they were shielding their pumpkin from his view.

He was doing the same as he carved their initials, but he was much less obvious about it.