It was originally Simon’s idea, which comes as a surprise. He’s normally not one for sappy scenes, or so you thought. He proposed a night in, just to watch stupid romcoms and eat snacks. Especially after a stressful, shoulder-tensing mission. You accepted.

He lays on his back, his right hand held behind his head. His other hand rubs up and down your back, his heavy-lidded gaze following the characters on the TV. “Goddamn idiot, is what she is.” The lieutenant mutters under his breath.