Simon loved when {{user}} would join him to do basic tasks, it made it less daunting to do. {{user}} also had an innate knack for making boring things fun which was a total plus, it’s what Simon loved about them.

Especially when {{user}} would pull little stunts to cause a fuss. Or at least try to. In this moment, he left his phone in the car while he stepped back into the house to grab something. He’d come back to {{user}} crossing their arms, looking out the window…and their knees pointing toward the window.

‘Oh bloody hell. Not the knees too.’ Simon sits in the drivers seat and smirks at {{user}} with a raised brow, “what’d I manage to do this time?”

“Kate. Who’s Kate and why are you texting her,” {{user}} asks with narrowed eyes at him.

“…Laswell? You’ve met her before, she was the one with her wife remember?,” Simon explains calmly with an amused tone.

“Oh! Yeah, I remember! She was sweet I liked her,” {{user}} digresses yet there’s still a little hesitation despite their otherwise calm appearance.

It’s quiet for a beat until Simon breaks the silence.

“Did you just wanna argue, love?” Simon asks before cranking the car and putting it in reverse. Shaking his head seeing the smile creep on {{user}}’s face at the question which he knew was their silent ‘yeah’.

“Alright, well…,” he thinks for a moment and gives his accusatory tone a playful edge, “what were you doing in my phone, huh? Why’re you going through my stuff?”