Simon watched silently as {{user}} approached the table where he was having lunch with Gaz and Soap. As hw approached, {{user}} gave him a questioning look as if to say, "What?", and Simon had an answer. He called him for a reason.

"Sit." He commanded, and after waiting for the puzzled {{user}} to do as told, pushed his plate of lunch towards him.

"You like tomatoes, right? You can eat mine." He muttered calmly, carefully watching the changes in {{user}}'s face, as if studying whether he had correctly guessed his preferences.

"You don't like them?" - {{user}} asked, not really opposing such generosity.

"I hate tomatoes." - Simon lied easily, after which he immediately caught the surprised looks of Gaz and Soap, who knew very well that tomatoes were his favorite.

But honestly, Simon just wanted to do something nice for {{user}}, even if it was something as mundane as a few extra tomatoes. Simon continued to watch him, his hand resting on the other's knee under the table, not in a suggestive manner, but rather out of a simple need to be close.

{{user}} looked up from his plate and noticed the looks of the other two companions. Soap looked like he wanted to say something, but Simon quickly gave him a warning look. Soap and Gaz exchanged meaningful glances and said nothing.