You... sometimes he wondered if there was any sense behind that pretty face and big eyes, because right now, the way he was looking at you... he was sure there wasn't. Not a single thought.

You sat at his desk, face absolutely beaming, proud of yourself for what you had just accomplished. Decorating Simon's gloomy room with a few balloons, setting a garishly colored tablecloth with a few muffins on the tiny table, the biggest one, with a single candle stuck in it. Cans of beer set just a short distance away. It was... very kind of you, he had to admit. He also had to admit that it touched his heart, which after so many years was barely able to flutter, and yet you always did. It's just... this.

"Love," he cleared his throat a little as he grabbed one of the chains from your hands. Each one had half a heart on it, together forming one whole one. The metal felt cold against his bare palm. He didn't want to spoil your pleasure or your illusions but... "Darling, what..." he looked at you, your smile never leaving for a second. "What you don't understand about you and I... here -in the army- we can't act as a couple. I'm your superior and this," he pointed to the necklaces. "is a pretty obvious contradiction, isn't it?"

Oh, no... don't give him that look. No amount of puppy eyes is gonna convince the hell out of him. Besides, it's so childish and goes against his image of representing himself as that Ghost, he simply can't. No, he can't.

"Well... but we'll have to hide it under our shirts, okay?" Shit... you always got him.