Simon hated the train station, merely because it’s where he had to say his goodbyes to you before deployment, unknown how long he’d be gone for.

He stared down at you on the side of the train station, waiting patiently to wave him goodbye and blow a kiss.

He couldn’t leave without an actual kiss.

Here he was, his body out of the window, his buddies holding onto his legs to keep him stable as he leaned himself closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek.

“C’mere…”