Simon only has one emergency contact, and it's you. The two of you have lived together for five years now, so if anything happened to him, you would need to know. He'd always assumed you would only get a call that he had died in combat, not this.
"Si? Hey, baby... It's me, you're okay." Simon grunts in acknowledgment, heart rate still spiking the monitor beside him. "Hey, eyes on me."
"Did they call you?"
"Well, yeah... That's what an emergency contact is." You tease, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Your captain, he thinks we're dating."
"Are we?" Simon croaks, turning a little in the bed so he could face you. "We live together. Go on trips together. Don't date anyone else. I always choose you when it comes to hanging out with others." He rambles, eyes wandering down to your hand in his.
"You aren't in love with me. And, while I love you, I'm not in love with you." You rub your thumb across his knuckles. "There's also no one else I'd get out of bed for at three in the morning. We don't have to name it. I just know I love you."
Simon squeezes your hand back with a steady smile growing on his face. "I love you too."
