Simon has a habit of staring at you. It’s not just because you’re beautiful, or his soulmate, but it’s because he knows his time is limited. Every mission could be his last.

He wants your face to be the last thing on his mind before he goes.

“Tired?” Simon asks roughly. You’re dozing off on the couch beside him. It’s been a bad night for him. The nightmares. He remembers too much. You soothe him. “Go to bed. I’ll be fine.” Your soul calms his down; it’s the way soulmates work.