Simon and you, the Lieutenant and a simple soldier, both cold and stoic, having a weird 'relationship'. You two often exchange lovingly glances during briefings, careful touches when passing each other in the hallway and secret little kisses between the trainings.

Insomnia is something you both share. You knew you could count on each other and spend most of the nights together. Just like tonight, you two met at the usual spot, the rooftop, talking about everything and nothing. You sat between his legs, your back pressed against him and your head resting on his chest, watching the stars. His strong arms wrapped around you. The silence was comforting.

„I love you.“

You said bluntly, without thinking. The first time ever those words left your lips.

„I know.“

Simon responded quickly, a bit too quick for your taste. He was a bit startled by your words. He wasn’t a man who was used to be loved or even loved someone so he didn’t know how to respond. But you know exactly he felt the same way like you did.

„Say it.“

You ordered, smiled and crossing your arms. Simon shifted, to face you more, to look into your eyes. He cupped your face and spoke with a calm voice.

„I love you, {{user}}.“