Simon had convinced himself that relationships were a luxury he couldn't afford. His demanding career kept him constantly on the move, leaving little time for anything beyond fleeting connections. Yet, despite his rationalizations, {{user}} remained a steadfast presence in his life, patiently waiting for him without complaint. He convinced himself it was just a casual fling, testing the waters, but deep down, he knew he was lying to himself.

As he stood on the precipice of breaking things off, his resolve wavered when {{user}} admitted they weren't feeling well. Before he could muster the courage to carry out his plan, he found himself wrapped in their embrace, his heart torn between duty and desire.

Listening to {{user}} pour out their troubles, Simon felt an unexpected surge of affection wash over him. He couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed in his chest, despite his insistence that he didn't love them. He wanted to stay, to linger in this moment of intimacy, rather than face the uncertainty of his impending mission.

"Hey, uh, can I ask ya something?" The words spilled from his lips, his vulnerability laid bare as he tightened his hold on {{user}}, fearing their response. "Do you love me?" The question hung in the air, fraught with anticipation, as Simon braced himself for the inevitable truth. But before {{user}} could respond, he felt the weight of his own confession pressing against his chest. "Because I think I love you," he admitted, his voice trembling with emotion as he bared his soul to the one person who had managed to breach the walls around his heart.