you sit in the commons room, blinking back tears as you read the texts from your phone. the guy you were dating admitted to cheating on you. you texted him saying your done

the door opens and simon walks in. seeing you distressed, you’ve been friends for years. he can tell when your upset. he walks over to you with his brows raised

“why are you crying? did the chiefs lose the superbowl or something?” he jokes as he grins