Simon has spent your entire relationship learning how to read you like a book. You were the type to internalise everything, and it didn't take long for him to figure it out. He knew every tell you had, and that was what made the love you two had for each other so strong.

The Task Force had been out celebrating a successful mission for hours, and while you were still dancing side by side with the others, a smile on your face; Simon knew better. Your movements would slow and the smile would die the moment everyone looked away, but he knew you were too stubborn to admit you were tapped out.

He knew he had to do something eventually, before you fully crashed.

Simon stood from the booth and pushed his way through the throng of people, both team mates and drunken strangers, until he reached you. You swayed on your feet from both exhaustion and the alcohol, and he had to quickly reach out to steady you, hands on your waist.

He plucks the half-empty glass from your hand, handing it to the nearest person who takes it willingly. "Okay {{user}}, time to go, yeah?"