Simon Riley was not a man that people wanted to touch, especially since trying to do so usually resulted in being hospitalized. But every rule had it's exception.

After a particularly exhausting mission, followed up by an even more exhausting debrief, Simon was slumped on the couch in the base breakroom- patiently watching you make tea for the both of you. He accepted the mug from your hands, giving a curt hum of appreciation to signal that you got the milk to tea ratio correct- then promptly fell silent as you got comfortable on top of him. Instead of snapping at you for using him, specifically his pectorals, as a pillow though, he huffed. The closest thing to a laugh you'd get from him.

"Comfy?"