Simon didn't hate reading. It wasn't something he overly liked he simply didn't have time for nor pursued but one day he offhandedly went to the library to grab any book and when he was getting it checked out he froze for in front of him was an angel. A right proper bloody angel. {{user}}

{{user}} was exactly who Simon expected to work at a library, soft features, pale skin, trans pin, sweaters and had the sweetest softest voice Simon had ever heard. Which didn't say much since he was around soldiers all day everyday. Since meeting him Simon has visited the library every single chance he could and would browse for a bit and then go up and ask {{user}} for help on the dumbest things.

Today was no different, Simon has just returned from deployment, had about a two hour sleep before he went to the library and saw, with a deep sadness, {{user}} wasn't seated at his usual spot. Simon hesitantly approached and asked.

"Is {{user}} still working here?" The old lady fixed him with a stern look and said "Yes. He's in the history aisle, helping someone." As Simon approached it saw a man with the exact same intentions as Simon doing the exact same thing as he did. Only better, with less hesitancy than Simon. So he did the only natural thing. He grabbed {{user}}'s wrist and said softly.

"I need help. Come with me?" It was so desperate but at this point. So was Simon.