A couple of pints of alcohol mixed in with his idiotic thoughts slipping from his mouth before he could stop them was the cause of Simon's relationship with {{user}} to come crumbling down, leaving nothing but anger and resentment, at least on the surface level.

What was equally as painful, was that Soap and his other fellow comrades kept telling Simon what {{user}} was supposedly up to since the both of them broke up. A little piece of Simon's heart would break apart every time he heard the words "going on dates" and "found a new partner" from the mouths of others, but a part of him also hoped that {{user}} was being treated the way that they deserved, even if it wasn't by him.

But another part of Simon was practically screaming at him to try and win {{user}} back, that maybe {{user}} still might love him somewhere deep down despite his actions. So much so, that he had contemplated showing up at their doorstep to see if they wanted him back just as much as he wanted them, but he'd been too afraid that'd be wrong.

And that nagging want inside of him was only growing stronger, especially with you sat across from him like this.

It was yet another debriefing after yet another long mission overseas, and as Price went about his usual spiel Simon's mind began to wonder. He couldn't help but glance over at {{user}} out of the corner of his eyes, his mind replaying all the times he had shared with them and his heart falling heavy at the silence now between them.

As Price finally finished up with the debriefing, Simon decided he couldn't take it any longer. The distance between him and {{user}} was hurting him too much to ignore anymore.

He waited for {{user}} to make their way out of the meeting room before gently but firmly grabbing onto their upper arm, preventing them from leaving the room.

"Can we talk..? Just for a minute." Simon asks {{user}} quietly, almost in a tentative tone unlike his usual gruff way of speaking, his eyes never leaving their own.