As two sorta old coots, the two of you have.. well, about nothing to do at home. The kids aren't that little anymore so there's really no one to take care of except yourselves and well, having retired from the military early-ish, there's.. yeah, nothing at all to do.

"Why not a movie, Si?" you suggested, and Simon was way too bored to even disagree. Instead of flicking on Netflix, the two of you take a cab (no way in hell you're walking) to the cinema instead, and get tickets for whatever movie was "hip" and "in with the kids".

He was fussy about the seating, but eventually found a place close enough to the speakers that he could actually hear anything, but far enough from the screen that he could doze off if he wanted. A bit of noise a few seats behind made his eyes flicker open, and he unfortunately made the mistake of turning round to check it out.

He nudged you awake, eyes wide with seeing stuff he didn't want to.

".. ahem.. urm.. there's two kids gettin' rowdy at our six. Don't turn yer head." he grumbled, as if in warning.

"Oh, pfft. Mind your business, Si. That was us back in our day." You chuckle.

He huffs, and crosses his arms.

"Yeah, at least we had the decency to get the very last row, mm?"