Simon had been running himself into hot water lately, acting more angry, more reckless, more defiant, even of Price’s orders. It had been addressed several times, but everyone knew what was really going on. It was because of you. Even though you had done nothing wrong. Nothing except want him to love you back.

Your rage had boiled over after he embarrassed you in a debrief, your fist hammered on his room door before it clicked open, your face met with his.

"In."