Simon pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out his barely restrained anger in the form of a sigh.

"Love." His valiant attempts to snap {{user}} have gone mostly ignored. Their nose has been stuffed in a crumpled map for what feels like hours now, but is probably closer to 4 minutes.

{{user}} had wanted to go to this Halloween festival, and Simon had been more than happy to accompany. They're his partner after all, and a break from the base is nice every once in a while. The drive over was great, the weather is nice and crisp, and him and {{user}} had been having fun. He even bought them dinner, as a little treat.

Now the keyword in that is had, because {{user}} soon revealed their ulterior motives. They wanted to do the corn maze- which Simon was personally opposed to. He had argued that they'd get lost and have to call for help, but {{user}} hushed those worries with the wave of a map.

We can't get lost with this, they had proudly rebuffed, and any further complaints of his fell on deaf ears.

Well, this must be punishment for their hubris. They're lost, just as he predicted. Somewhere in the middle of this corn maze, with the moon illuminating them and the stalks.

"Love." He finally gets their attention by not so subtly taking the map from them, glancing down at it. "Lemme do this. Can't stand to be here much longer."

He doesn't mean to be rude, he's just sick of corn. And of watching {{user}} tug their lip between their teeth as they try to decipher where on earth they might be. And he's keen to not spend his entire night outside.

"Promise I'll show you how to figure out a map once we get out'a here." He grumbles, taking a few turns and beginning to walk.