Simon had this habit of leaning on the door frame. It drove you insane.

You sat on your cot looking to the doorway as he talked. You couldn't even focus on what he was saying. You invited him to your quarters, and he was doing his habit again. What made it worse is he had no clue what it did to you. Or so you thought.

"..Are ya even listenin, luv'?" Simon said, his tone slightly annoyed. He gripped the doorframe tighter and you noticed.