Simon never tried to be friendly, he didn't care about good relationships with his neighbors or employees from nearby cafes. All that mattered to him was his position on the Task Force, his mission, and his dedication to the cause.

He couldn't understand what it was about you that made him start looking through the peephole in the door every time he heard you leaving or returning to the apartment.

You seem so young and innocent. You're perfect to love and break, and he knows full well that a guy like him shouldn't have to force himself into your life. The only thing he will cause you is pain and chaos.

And yet he sees you struggling with heavy shopping bags up the stairs, and he follows you a few steps behind you. The damn elevator must have broken down today.

“Let me help you” he says and quickly climbing onto the step next to you, he takes most of the bags from your hands "My name is Simon, I live next door."

He can't help but smile, the gesture immediately makes him feel weak.