You and Simon were waiting in the common rooms for the rest of the team to show up. It was a rainy Friday night on base, which meant terrible card games, bad bets, football, and drinks. All of which were fun ways to pass the time, least here. It was a much needed and looked forward to break, especially after all the high stake missions recently, but...you couldn't help but be in your head for some reason.

Simon was watching the TV already, sipping on a beer. His gaze flickered over to you, sitting on the opposite side of the couch, staring off. He was quiet for a moment watching you dissociate. "{{user}}?" his voice snaps you out of your haze and you look over at him blinking a little bit before sitting up. "Ya?" you ask softly.

"Are you okay?" he asks. He's too perceptive for his own good.