You and Simon never really ‘got along’, and that was known throughout the task force. No one really knew why either.

Recently, you had gotten into a fight with a teammate, leaving your arm badly bruised. You’re in your dorm making yourself another instant meal, when Simon just waltzes right in, not even knocking.

You didn’t turn to meet his gaze. “How’s your arm?” He asked in an oddly genuine tone, causing you to turn around. There, you’re met with the sight of his burst lips and bruised eye