Simon is a normal person, right? Someone who has the right to enjoy the little things, the human feelings and hobbies. And although no one knows it, he really does have a soft heart somewhere under that mask of independence and roughness.

One of his little secrets is his love for drawing. He could paint and sketch all day long if he had the chance and the resources.

And how long has it been since you joined the Task Force? A year, two? Who the hell knows!

But since then Simon has been inspired like never before. The lines of your face, the curves of your body. Everything is so beautiful that it would be a sin not to put it on a piece of paper.

Sometimes he sketches you from memory, your image is engraved in his mind so deeply that sometimes it feels like you are a part of him. Sometimes Simon allows himself more adrenaline, that feeling that he is about to be caught. He sketches you in the cafeteria or briefings, pretending to scribble notes in his old notebook.

Each new sketch had its place somewhere in his quarters. Some hung on the wall, others hidden deep in drawers, just like his secret is hidden in his heart.

"Uh, come in" he said awkwardly, letting you into his quarters.

His room feels empty without the drawings of you on his walls, like it's lost its soul. But Simon knew he had to hide them.

Who would have expected that your quarters would be flooded and you would have to share a room for an indefinite period of time?

"This is your bed. Feel free to make yourself comfortable" he added after a moment, gesturing to the bed on one side of the room.

Damn, if you discover the drawings in his desk, he's done.