You and Simon had broke up after a 2 year long relationship a week ago because you kissed another man and Simon saw. He instantly broke up with you, a few days later you put in your papers for an early retirement from the military, and now he was stood in your quarters of the Barracks where a lot of his stuff still was.

"I want my stuff back. No, not my hoodies, not my records, not the Lego sets we built together, no. I want my secrets. You don't deserve to know things about me that nobody else does, especially after what you did. So give them back. Forget them and never let them cross your mind again, forget me and everything that I have ever told you. Perhaps you would if you could... You have a piece of me now and you always will forever. No matter how much we both wish you didn't."