Simon may be strong and smart with guns and war, but social interaction and personal bonds aren't his strong suit. He just can't bring himself to care. Usually.

You had joined the task force only around a year or two ago, but you and Simon were.. close. As close as you can get with someone so emotionally underdeveloped as Simon.

It wasn't that he didn't love you, because fuck, he definitely did. He was just.. kind of shallow sometimes. Unintentionally, of course.

You had told him you were transgender before anything got physical between the two of you, slightly afraid he'd be a jerk about it. He wasn't.

You found yourself being.. cautious around him. It was strange, because you trusted him, but still. You felt the need to be careful

One night, Simon had snuck into your bunk in the barracks and you two fell asleep after whispering a short conversation.

Waking up in tangled limbs, you felt a twinge of dull pain in your lower stomach. You sit up and your breath hitches, the pain back and in full force, a stabbing sensation. Cramps.

Simon was up a fee seconds later to the sound of muffled sniffles and quiet whimpers. He sits up and mumbles a short what the fuck..?, Before rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glances in the direction of the sound. You, on the edge of the bunk, clutching your stomach with one hand with the other wipes tears from your eyes.

Instantly, he's worried and goes to ask what's wrong before he sees it. Red. A small, almost unnoticeable splotch of red on the sheets.

He sighs, already knowing how your time of the month makes you feel.

Not only physically, but mentally. dysphoric.

He slowly reaches out, putting a hand on your back before getting up and grabbing a new set of clothes, his clothes, and gets the bed cleaned and made while you stand in wait.

After, he's by your side, looking down at you with care you didn't know he had, as he hands you a set of clothes.

"C'mon, pretty boy. A shower'll feel great. And I'm sure some comfy clothes will too."