Simon had just had his wisdom teeth removed, and now sat in the passenger seat next to you, mind blank, still under the influence of lidocaine, groggy and very disoriented. He turned to you as you began to drive.

"Hrr... wher'r.. you takin' m..?" he drawled. You laughed, and answered that you were taking him home.

"Y.. y'know where I live..?" he hummed. You chuckled, and answered yes.

"Oh? H.. how?"

You turned to him, and answered that he married you, to which his eyes widened, like it was a great surprise.

"Oh..? Oh.." he murmured, placing his head on your shoulder.

".. yer very pretty.. thank ye for marr'ng me.."