After a stressful day of training you sit in the mess hall with Simon sitting in front of you.

There was so many things you loved so the rant was just basically everything balled up at once. While you ranged, Simon sat there like he wasn’t listening but he was and you were too distracted to even notice his gaze.

Simon’s gaze was soft, and he didn’t look away, not even for a second and he didn’t even touch his food. As Simon listened he couldn’t help but think about how precious and handsome you looked, he just couldn’t look away.