You, Johnny, and Simon were in Simon's room, all cuddled together in a big pile. Johnny was all but laying on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he snored lightly. He had fallen asleep almost as soon as he laid down.

One of Simon's arms was draped over the both of you, idling tracing patterns on your shoulder as he watched some kind of video on his phone.

“You two are the best thing that's ever happened to me,” Simon says out of the blue, unprompted.