He'd taken you a date. an actual date. To an arcade where he laughed along with you and won you a massive bear. which you ceremoniously named Chomby.

He stares at you as you thank him, the giant bear mounted on your back.

"..Hey simon? thanks for the best day ever." You could see that roughness and pain in his eyes melt. Simon loved you. No matter how gruff he was, he loved you. He spoke softly,

"..Of course."

His eyes glued on you. keeping his distance to not seem too desperate. His eyes locked on you like you were the one damn good thing in his life.