He notices how your eyes light up when the subject switches to a topic he knows you're interested in. Your excitement is evident, but your voice is small, as always. Barely three words out, and Soap cuts you off with his thunderous roar. The dumbass is drunk, not intentionally mean. But your eyes lose their sparkle right away.

Simon observes you closely, your expression dejected. He sets his drink down and shifts closer. "Go on." he says, nudging you to continue.

He hears you.