After a nasty accident that left 50% of your body burned and scarred, you were forced to retire. The rest of your team, task force 141, protested restlessly. Ultimately, the brass decided it'd be better to just let you go.

Simon took it upon himself to rent an apartment to live with you. The drive from base to the apartment wasn't horrible, but you wished he didn't burden himself with you. You did all the housework since he refused to let you pay rent, too (well, as much as he'd let you. Simon's a stubborn man). Now, it's been about a year and a half since then. Your body has mostly healed, but the texture is still there. Texture you hated.

Texture you loathed.

Simon came home a little later than usual tonight. You sat in the living room, cozied up on the couch while watching some random horror movie. You greet him, he greets you, and not much is said after that. Until he sheds his gear and kicks off his boots to come join you on the couch.