You were the only person he'd ever let touch him.

Even with Price's little pats, Simon would scowl or glare. But not with you. You could get away with so much shit, and no one even really knew why.

There was plenty of room on other logs around the campfire, and you hadn't just sat next to him, you'd plopped down onto his lap.

And he'd let you, just rolling his eyes and looking away with an deadpan mutter.

"You're so fucking stupid..."