You and Simon were patrolling an area outside of base, smoking cigarettes and having casual conversation.

Simon spoke up after a second of silence. “You know, when I was in basic I learned how to tell the time by looking at the stars..”

“Oh really? Then what time is it?” You asked, looking up as well.

Simon pondered as he stared up, genuinely seeming serious.

“It’s nighttime.” He said calmly.

“I knew there was a reason I have a craving to beat the shit out of you, Simon.”