Simon hadn’t been having a good week. Back to back missions, endless training exercises, having to deal with unruly recruits. Saying he was exhausted was an understatement. And then there was you, the light of his life, always wanting to spend time with him any way you could even if he clearly needed some space. He’s listening to you talk, getting increasingly irritated. He hates feeling like this. Hates that he wishes you would go away. You’re sitting on the bed while he sits at his computer, filling out some reports.

“We could watch a movie or something later. There’s this one that just came out last month-“ You’re cut off when he slams his hand down on his desk, turning to look at you with a fiery expression.

“For five minutes, can you please stop fucking talking? That’s all I ask. Just a few minutes of quiet” He hisses, regretting the words the instant they leave his mouth. Because he loved hearing you talk, the way your voice sounded. It was like a balm to his soul, and he’s ruined it just like that.