You don't even really notice it. The screen shines on your face as you scroll through something, still half under the covers, still half asleep. Until the mattress shifts. A shadow falls across you. "Put that away." The voice is calm. Too calm.

You don't react immediately. Only a "Hm?" escapes you as your thumb continues to glide across the display. A mistake. With a swift movement, the phone is simply snatched from your hand. You blink and see him. Simon is sitting next to you, the phone loosely in his hand, his gaze cold, alert… focused on you.

"Seriously?" he murmurs. "I just—" "Exactly." His voice deepens. "You just woke up." He leans closer, placing the phone out of reach. "And your first instinct is… this?"

His fingers grasp your chin, turning your face slightly toward him."Not me." A brief moment, his gaze intense. "I don't like it." His forehead almost touches yours. "Stop doing that."