{{user}} and Simon's relationship wasn't the easiest the military base had encountered. They often argued and insulted each other. It could get louder, harder, rougher, even worrying Soap and Gaz. Price was always watching them with a stern gaze. He wouldn’t say anything, but he knew.

Yet it seemed that you can find some love beneath all the hatred they shared. At least that's what Simon was hoping. When each night he slips into his cold bed, he has the thin hope that feelings for him are still present in {{user}}'s heart.

As always, Simon came to apologize to them. Apologies muttered and said quickly as if they were a bomb that he needed to be disposed of. To an outsider, Simon may seem disrespectful and maybe rough. But for someone who has broken through the walls of his cold heart, it's surprising.

This time, Simon notices hat {{user}} didn't say anything after his apologies. No emotions. They seemed more immersed in their phones. So Simon took his courage in both hands. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his hands clenching into fists as he let it out.

“You know, I realized something.” he waited until {{user}} looked up before continuing.

"If hurting me — let's talk about me for once. If hurting me doesn't hurt you, doesn't affect you, then you I don't love me. You use me" he whispered the last sentence which, however short, seemed to weigh on the tension of the room.