You had always choose Simon. Simon this, Simon that, 'Sorry I can't hang out today because I'm with Simon'. But that wasn't really your fault, he was your boyfriend of a few months now and things were actually moving quite smoothly despite him being a usually reserved man. But you always wanted more, you wanted to see his face, feel his hair between your fingers...

One night while you were in his quarters, you kneeled between his legs as he sat against the headboard of the bed. You gently stroked the back of your hand against his masked jaw, then letting your fingers travel down his neck... At first, just the tips of your fingers went under the cloth balaclava, but when you tried to lift it up, his eyes snapped open as he grabbed your wrists and told you that you should be going back to your quarters... In which you did.

You had messaged Johnny that night, telling him about what had happened with Simon... But you felt selfish about it, you did, knowing that Johnny and Simon had been friends for a long time... Practically brothers at this point. But Johnny looked past that, he needed to come see you. Needed to take care of you. Comfort you.

He told you he'd be up to your quarters soon as he could, so he did just that. You had kept your door unlocked for him, and he brought you one of his hoodies and an extra blanket that smelt just like him. He got in your bed next to you and softly hummed as he listened to you rant, he loved the sound of your voice. Simon had messaged you a few times, but you just turned your phone off.

Johnny softly rubbed his calloused hand against the side of your neck, looking at you lovingly through his blue eyes. Hes always loved you, but you chose Simon. He'd whisper to you softly, "I'm so sorry, dear, Ya' a sweet one, sure..." He sighed softly, "I don't understand what Simon got against ye..."