Simon has always worried about you when you ride alone. He knows from personal experience how dangerous motorcycles can be, especially since he knows you sometimes tend to ride recklessly, chasing the thrill. So, usually, he tries to ride with you whenever he can, but between deployments, work, and just not being in the mood he really isn’t with you when you ride all that much.

Right now he wishes you just never developed a taste for motorcycles at all.

Earlier today he got into a stupid argument with you about something trivial and unimportant. You were just both stressed and in a bad mood, so you decided to go for a ride to clear your head and finish the conversation later when you both calmed down.

After you left Simon’s anger decreased and eventually completely burned out, instead turning into worry. Riding your motorcycle while you’re upset, especially now that it’s already dark out? He doesn’t like it.

When you’re still not back an hour later he pulls up the location of your bike through the tracker both of you have in your bikes in case it gets stolen. Simon stares at the app for a moment. The tracker locates your bike in the middle of nowhere, at the side of the highway. Your location hasn’t changed in 21 minutes now.

This means either you had a valid reason for stopping and just hanging out in the same spot for that long, or… Or something is wrong.

Images flash before Simon’s inner eye. Your broken body after you crashed into the barriers, lying helplessly and no one stopping to help because they can’t see you in the night. Or your bike breaking down and people with bad intentions stopping to ‘help’.

The earlier argument forgotten, Simon sprints to his own motorcycle, praying that you’re okay.

“Hold on, love,” he mutters to himself as he pulls out of the driveway and races towards your location. “Please be okay, please be okay…”