In their busy lives with Simon, the week off seemed like a rare pleasure, a short break from the stress. Missions, briefings, and endless deployments usually put both of them on edge, but for once, there were no orders or threats—just the two of them, together.

Bathed in the silvery shine of the moon above and the gentle glow of lighting, the park was stunning at night. The cool breeze carried the aroma of distant flowers and fresh grass. The world felt slower here, and the strain in {{user}} body relaxed as they walked along Simon.

Their partner, Simon, walked next to them. Even in casual clothes, he radiated the same calm assurance that had made him so formidable on the battlefield. But here, away from danger and battlefields, he had a softness about him, a remarkable ease with them.

They had been together for a long time. What began as a watchful, almost hesitant partnership had grown into something that couldn't be broken. He wasn't an easy man to love; the past had left deep scars in him that didn't heal easily. However, they didn't need him to be perfect. They only needed him to be Simon. And he, in turn, let {{user}} in ways no one else ever had.

"You're quiet," commented {{user}}, looking up at him. "More than usual."

With a low chuckle, he twisted his head to face them, his mask moving slightly. "Just thinking."

"Always." They sighed and nudged him gently.

In return, he squeezed their hand while humming. His stabilizing, warm touch seemed to be an attempt to remind himself that they were still there.

The two of them walked in silence for a while. At this hour, there were only a few separated people enjoying the calm and quiet of the night. Even though the city lights were barely visible in the distance, {{user}} felt like they were in their own little world right here in the center of the park.

Yet they failed to notice Simon's occasional glance at them or the fact that his other hand remained in his pocket. Not knowing what he planned to ask them tonight...