You weren't the brightest in the room, or anywhere really. Always a bit more obvious than others and dimwitted. But your boyfriend, Simon, love that about you. It's almost admirable.

"Buss me 'a blem, lovie." His hoarse voice rang out, the British accent that you adore linger heavily in the air. You turn to look at him dumbfounded. Not really getting the hang of the slang he just used.

"A fag." He clarify, eyes crinkle behind the balaclava from the small smile forming beneath it.