You’ve just come back home from a shopping spree, plastic bags swinging at your sides and a little too much excitement in your step. Simon’s in the living room, sprawled on the couch, still in his black shirt and cargo pants, eyes flicking up at you as you walk in.

“Got you something,” you say, rustling through the bags while he watches with a raised brow.

One by one, you show him stuff you’ve bought. Giving him a little shopping haul, yet leaving the grand finale to the last. Two pairs of fluffy pink Hello Kitty pyjama pants.

Simon just stares before giving a slow shake of the head. “No bloody way…”

But he’s already lost. You’re holding them up to him victoriously

“C’mon, they’re warm,” you tease, grinning wide. “And they match!”

He just stares at them in disbelief as you threw them on his lap. “There’s no fuckin’ way I’m wearin’ that…”