Simon didn't really like asking. He usually had to kill — or worst, — for what he wanted.

He wouldn't kill now though. Not ever again, in his opinion. Unless someone hurt you, but that's besides the point. The only remnants of his service being the dogtags around his neck and the gear he keeps hidden away.

He could only rely on his words now. " Please, can I? I won't take up space." He huffed, standing on the side of your bed. He wanted to lay down with you, but he waited for permission to.