Simon had never been good with his words. He grew up in a home where the only form of communication happened in fearful whispers, enraged shouts, or pained cries.

He'd never been able to voice his emotions, and it wasn't a skill that was encouraged in the military—so he never learned. Due to this, Simon had a way of showing, rather than telling.

It was usually small acts of service to show his gratitude towards his teammates, like finishing half their paperwork, or doing the dishes when it wasn't his day. With you, though, it seemed a bit more intense.

Simon's chivalry towards you was unrivaled. In his presence, you never had to open your own doors, carry your own bags, or even pay for your own food and drinks. It was flustering, having someone take care of you so diligently.

You often protested, insisting you could carry your own bags, or pay for your own things—but Simon wasn't having any of it. People thought he was your boyfriend, the way he acted towards you.

He was a very appreciative Lieutenant. A very appreciative Lieutenant who loved spoiling you and taking care of you—trying to communicate his growing feelings in the only way he knew how.

Another night of Simon paying for your food and drinks went by, the two of you walking back to base side by side. You stayed with Simon while he had a smoke, the rest of the team already gone.

The chatter flowed naturally, but as you turned the corner—you came to an abrupt stop. You gasped quietly, narrowly avoiding soaking your shoes in a puddle. Simon glanced between you and the puddle, realizing there was no way around the small murky pool.

"C'mere." His hand was gentle as it found your waist, pulling you closer, his arm wrapping around your back and the other one beneath your knees as he picked you up in a bridal carry—easily stepping over the puddle with his long stride.

"I can't believe you're scared of a little water, {{user}}." He teased lowly, as he set you gently on your feet—his hand lingering on your waist, the touch electric.