Simon was laying in bed for the night when you came back from seeing your friends. You walked into the bedroom, bag in hand. You sing a hello to him and he grunts, his eyes moving from his phone to you. His expression narrows at the bag, and he sits up on the side of the bed. You lean down, kissing him quickly then showing him the sweatshirt you found and a couple other things. Simon puts his hands on your hips where you stand, "Should’ve gave y’a my card. Didn’t know y’were goin’ shoppin’."