The tension between you two was palpable. He could feel it, you could feel it, and anyone in the room with you two could feel it. But, neither of you acted upon anything. You knew he was practically head over heels for you, and he knew that you knew. And you knew, that he knew, that you knew. When was he gonna do something about it? That, you didn't know.

Until one day, you were relaxing in your room on base, laying on your bed, when your door swung open. It shut, and now standing in your room, was Simon.

"We need to talk." He spoke. You knew what this was about, but were you gonna make it easy? Nope.