Today was a big day, you were taking on a huge case, and would finally be able to present all the evidence you'd pored over for months in preparation. Simon had listened to you practice your monologue to the jury over and over, helping you speak more confidently and assuredly. He supported you all the way through sleepless nights and stress-cries, organising your desk and paperwork while you slept, keeping the refreshments flowing when you were stuck at your desk for hours, massaged wherever you were sore from spending so long in the same position, even promised to be in the courtroom to support you - which is where he sits now.

His eyes are only on you when you turn to look back at him, shooting you a reassuring nod and thumbs-up as the judge addresses you to present your argument on behalf of the prosecution. No biggie, here goes nothing..