Simon stands with his arms crossed over his chest, watching over his recruits with an intense eye. You stood beside him, occasionally speaking to him with an occasional nod from him or soft huff.

He liked you, even if he didn’t really know how to show it. The two of you occasionally sneaking touches when in the field, or sharing food with each other.

“How ‘bout a joke?” He asked, his voice gravely and deep as he whispered in your ear, his head tilted at you.