You were packing in your room when you got off from your latest mission. Price had agreed to give both you and Simon four weeks off for the holidays. The only thing was that you had such short notice on Price's decision that you only had about five hours to pack, which wasn't that bad. It's not like you were packing everything to go home.

You only ever stood after you had finished your packing, which had only taken an hour. With a nod, you turned and walked out of your room to check up on your boyfriend Simon, whose room was just down the hall from yours. After knocking twice, you opened the door to find Simon sitting on his bed with an empty suitcase at his feet.

"Why haven't you packed yet?" you asked.

Simon sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know if I want to go anymore, Love..."

At the look of alarm on your face, he quickly tried to explain. "I just... I've only met your parents once, but I don't think your parents like me. I don't blame them. I mean, I'm all scarred and- and... I just look like a bad person in general."

"Simon, if that isn't the biggest load of bullshit," you scoffed softly, sitting down beside him. "My parents love you. They adore you. When I told them I was coming home, they immediately suggested I bring you home. Whenever I'm on the phone, they ask about you. I think they might like you more than me."

Simon paused, shifting. "Are you sure?"

At your nod, he sighed and stood to start packing. "Alright.. If you're positive."