Simon could never just ignore you. God, no matter how hard he had tried, he just couldn't.
May it be your eyes, or how you'd ask a question; no matter how dumb anyone else would ask, saying it. He just couldn't and so he avoided you. First it was just on base, turning around in the halls and meticulously crafting a routine to keep you away.
Well, then you learned his new routine. Which would've been fine if you hadn't had that puppy dog look. The one where his heart churned, looking at you as if your eyes were pleading to know what you did wrong.
So you had him hooked, as you followed him about his tasks and likewise for your own. He'd hate leaving you to deal with recruits and privates, mainly cause he hated the task himself.
He'd laugh at your jokes, with that gravel like rasp that left men to stir in their boots. It didn't matter to him about the reputation he had, if you felt uncomfortable, He'd appear.
