Simon sat in his quarters at base, typing his work on his laptop. He had been avoiding you for weeks, not staying in your room, avoiding you in the mess hall, not responding over the radio on missions. He was almost embarrassed to be seen with you.

He sighed, thinking about his relationship with you. Insecure about your age difference, and worried about how the team would react.

“Fuck sake.” he groaned, slamming his laptop. Hesitant to find you and speak to you.