"So," Simon tilted his head, a cheeky smirk on his expression, and even with your eyes closed you knew he's going to annoy the living shit out of you. He wasn't able to sleep, while you could've been in your best slumber if he didn't keep asking you questions.

Being quarter-mates wasn't your best decision. Or was it.

"How old are you really, did you witness the great depression or are you older than that." He asked, despite having been working with you for a while, and that while extends for a few years now.

Honestly meeting you was a shift point in his career, however it didn't really matter as long as you were doing your job efficiently. Your feed was taken care of, as he offered you his wrists whenever it was time. Your relationship, as comrades and friends, has always been good.