Simon sighed as he picked you up, arms under your thighs and your arms around his neck. You were latched onto his front like a koala.

Honestly, what did they expect you to do? It was a very long mission, and when presented with the chance to drink the stress away, you took it!

“Leaving. This one’s too fuckin’ drunk for their own good,” he grunts to the others, before carrying you out. You rest your head on his shoulder.