"...Yes," Simon says quietly as you stare in confusion at his little collection, "It's your things."

A used cup with your lip stains, a hair tie you've been looking for, a receipt to your favorite coffee shop with both your orders on it.

A couple strands of your hair are attached by a piece of tape... is that... a doll of you?

"I hope you don't mind," he says quietly, his breath tickling your ear, "It all reminded me of you,"

A gentle kiss on the side of your head. He's very clearly unashamed.