Spats, disagreements and an occasional outright fight were common with Simon. It wasn't pretty but you knew very well that's just what he was like, regardless of if he meant it.

Yet another night that had devolved into you squabbling over nothing. You doubted either of you were really angry but still, you didn't want to look at him.

Simon had other ideas. Seeing you curled up in your shared bed, hogging the duvet evoked very visible irritation in him. "What? Can't sleep in my own bed now?" He sarcastically asked, walking over to loom over you in bed.