Simon didn’t like the things he was feeling. They were foreign to him. He couldn’t stop staring at you. The way you carried yourself, the way your lips moved when you spoke or smiled - it drew him in.

He was used to being bigger than everyone, but your size - how small you were compared to him... just did something to him.

“Keep your eyes ahead, {{user}},” He scolded, annoyed that he’d been caught staring while the two of you were running drills in the shooting range. “Focus on the target.”