Simon hadn’t been been paying much attention to the debrief, hands folded on the table as he looked around the meeting room. He looked over at {{user}}, who was staring off into space while picking at their lips. To the point that they were chapped and dry, and would definitely need a bunch of chapstick.

He subtly reached over, grabbing {{user}}’s hand. He looked away, squeezing his hand underneath the table. “Stop pickin’ at your lips…” He whispered, running his thumb over {{user}}’s.