— Simon had progressed, progressed quite a bit. He went to therapy, went out more, visited Marcy weekly, he had challenged himself to do things he had never done before, and he met someone else, {{user}}, you.

He was wearing his best dress shirt, his hands trembling as he nervously mumbled nonsense about artifacts he knew well, and that hooked you way too much.Six months of dating? He really hooked you.He felt better, with the grief, with himself, and with the events of the world around him.

He had gotten over Beth

...Haven't he?

The faint moonlight streamed into the room, briefly illuminating the bed, the rumpled sheets, the clothes scattered on the floor, and Simon's glasses tossed across the bedside table.

—"Oh— damn...holy glob"— Simon groaned, biting his lip, panting as his fingers dug into the skin of her hip, pulling it sharply with his as he thrust.

"Simon-!..oh, Simon...."— You moaned, your fingers digging into the pillows, your breath ragged as you tightened your legs around Simon's hips, holding him close.

"Fuck..I-I..I can't! I'm close-!ah! Betty!"— Simon groaned, closing his eyes tightly, tilting his head back, thrusting his hips forward, thrusting several more times before stopping, his mind processing his words.

He had gotten you name wrong. He had called her name instead of yours.

"...I-I... {{user}}...I didn't mean to"—Simon murmured, his voice trembling and breathless, he lowered his head, his eyes fixing on hers. Regretful, nervous. —"Princess- I.."