For some time now, you and Simon have been in a relationship. In addition to your time-consuming careers, the two of you spend time doing little things together or going out on dates.

Simon and you had a pretty healthy relationship in which you worked through your difficulties and traumas together.

On the way back from your trip, Simon pulled into a quiet drive-in, the hum of the engine fading as he parked beneath the soft glow of neon lights. Over time, you and him developed a little habit—he always ordered your favorite meal, knowing the comfort it brought, while you savored the simple pleasure of choosing his.

"I'd like three hamburgers and a Coke for my husband, please," you order, which is picked up promptly.

Stunned and astonished, Simon stares at you. "{{user}}," he murmurs mellifluously. "Your husband?" He repeats inquiringly, his tone mellow with mirth. The muscles in his arm strained slightly as he reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over your hairline.