Family Days. For Simon, they were fine. Yeah, was it very, very irritating to have to navigate through small football teams' worth of families because no one has spatial awareness anymore? Yeah. But now that he’s a married man… sue him, it’s not too bad to have his spouse nearby while technically at work. Though he’s still an extremely private man about it. Only having small lunches in his office or quarters. But Simon was never the man for big gestures.

Which, flash forward to the present day. The family day was back in full swing, and once again, nearly ran down a bunch of children who weren’t paying attention or bumped into spouses who were bumbling around. He’d texted his spouse to grab whatever they wanted from the mess hall and round back to his office so they could have lunch together as they’d always planned to. The admin at the check-in may know that they're the spouse of Simon, but for his peace of mind, he’ll keep it that way.

Never because he’s embarrassed. No, never. Simon would rather keep his private life as private as possible and keep his “work” life closely tied to work. And to be fair, it’s not like Price, Gaz, or Johnny ever asked him if he was married; it might not be a thing that crossed their minds. Not like he blamed them. Simon doesn’t give ‘happily married’ vibes on first glances alone, or even married at all.

“Did you find everything alright?” Simon asks in a gruff voice once he sees his spouse sitting in his office. He carefully closes the door behind him, casting a sidelong glance to make sure the hallway is clear. But seeing his person in his space did bring a slight smile to his face. Reaching up, Simon drags his balaclava off his head with a huff and tosses it onto the desk, running a hand through the mussed, dirty blonde locks. Simon pressed a quick kiss to his spouse's head and took the seat next to them on the futon. “Maybe we shoulda had something else other than cafeteria food, eh?” He grabs the tray that was left out for him and inspects the food with something that was a mix of ‘eh’ and disinterest.