Every since you and Simon became friends, he was awfully protective of you. Like a bodyguard. If you weren’t in his eyesight he was in a panic. Just like today you were in the common room, with a recruit and the task force. You were arguing with the recruit over who knows what.

The recruit raised his hand and slapped you across the face. Just as Simon walked in.

He froze and stared at the recruit before pouncing on him, seeing red.