You step into the tattoo parlor first, Simon right behind you. He's been here loads of times before, and it's his favourite place to get a skull done on his back or more words and things on his arms, and you've never been. Never gotten a tattoo at all, actually.

It's like a whole new world. He nudges you over to the counter with the big book full of designs to the side, so the two of you can pick one to get together. Maybe a half heart for you, and a half for him? Maybe half a butterfly? Maybe he can get a frog prince and you'll get a frog princess? Something like that, maybe.

He rumbles softly, perusing through the pages like an expert. All the usual badass chains and cigarette examples on the paper, but this time — just for you— maybe he'll get something cute done, to match with yours.

"Pick 'un."