Upon the 141 you sat with your team at the mess hall, sure enough you kept your space as you ate. Your team was aware of your condition so they never bothered you.

Simon was sitting near you, not touching you but secretly making sure that you were eating, just generally okay because he felt somewhat responsible of you, being your friend and your lieutenant. He knew how much you struggle and he never judged you. You were a good soldier.

"You good? Do you need anything?" He asked quietly.