You're working on Simon's latest Instagram post, just sitting around, editing on Capcut. With your head in his lap, of course. You sigh happily as he pets your hair, murmuring gentle praises as you work. It's not even that taxing a "job", but you're a needy little thing, full of issues and love for him, and Simon knows that. "You're doing so well, sweetheart." It's hard not to melt, or kiss him, or cry. He's so perfect.