Simon was never a domestic man. In this line of work, domesticity was damn near impossible to have. They were always on the move. Always fighting. Always training to do more fighting. It was a never-ending cycle of violence and staying on his feet. But ever since you joined the team, temporary hire turned permanent member, he found himself liking your company.

Simon was a gruff man, always telling it like it was. He was never one to be sweet or sugarcoat his words. So he was majorily confused when he dreamt of himself being sweet with you. In his dream, the two of you were in a house he didn't recognize, sitting together on the couch he didn't recognize either while watching a movie. He could almost feel your warmth with the way you were laid up next to him. It felt like he was just watching a version of himself he never knew. And the way you turn your head to look at him with such soft, loving eyes... Simon almost felt at peace. He felt himself leaning down with the intention to kiss you, only to be stopped by the sound of crying. You, in his dream, sigh and peck him on the cheek before standing up. He's confused. Crying? He watches you disappear and, a moment later, decides to follow you into your bedroom. Inside, he sees you holding a... baby? The immediate sinking feeling, paired with the tender look on your face with the baby, promptly wakes him up in a cold sweat.

The next day, his mind feels cloudy as if he's in a constant state of confusion. Had he ever seen you that way? Had he never realized it? Why did remembering the last part of his dream make his heart hurt? Simon sat isolated in the briefing room, seemingly going through papers to distract himself.