While Simon was calmly watching television after getting to work, you peeked through the door of the room you shared with towels in your hands. Simon looked at you out of the corner of his eye but then turned fully to look at you.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, his deep voice echoing gently as he spoke to you.

"I'm going to take a shower–"

And before you could finish he stood up and found a chair next to the table, lifting it with one hand, walking to the bathroom with you and leaving the chair in front of the shower. "Perfect , that's my favorite show... got it?"

Crap, his word games are something else...