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August 9, 2028. 11 pm

“Simon! Are all my bags on the couch?” Athena called, her voice loud and clear despite the fact she was lying on the floor, searching for something under her bed. She had already counted them twice before she went to her room, but someone could never be too careful. This was one of the most important moments in her life! She couldn’t afford to accidentally forget one of her large suitcases.

“Yes, Cykes-dono. All of your bags are here, and Taka is keeping close guard on them.” Simon’s voice came from right beside Athena, and she almost jumped and banged her head on the underside of the bed frame. Simon crouched down to the floor, eyeing the darkness under the bed. “Now, what is it you’re looking for? I thought you packed everything already last week?” 

Athena groaned, wriggled out and sat down. “I did, but Junie gave me a photo album of all my friends the other day and I really wanted to bring it! I’ve looked everywhere for it but, mio Dio, it’s just not here!” She made a noise of frustration, and flopped against Simon’s shoulder.

“Ah. I see. Does it, by chance, have a blue cover, with pink and white decals all over it? And various stickers of different landmarks?” Simon asked, not looking at her.

She perked up, “Yes! That’s exactly what it looks like! Have you seen it?” 

He nodded, raising a finger at Athena’s desk. There, lying underneath a bunch of papers, was the album. 

“Oh! Oh, thank you Simon!” She immediately got up and uncovered the album, grasping it in her arms. She flipped through a couple pages before she carefully shut the book, then looked up towards the ceiling. Her brows were furrowed and she was mouthing something to herself. Once she was done, she raced out of her room. 

“Alright! That’s everything. I’m ready to go Simon!” Athena called, sitting down next to her luggage on the couch. Taka left his perch from one of the suitcases handles and went to stand on the couch armrest near Athena. Soon after, Simon entered the living room, closing doors and turning off lights. He stood next to his lovely bird and Athena, then checked the time.

“Good. Our ride should be here any minute now.” 

“Simon! Don’t just call him ‘a ride’. He’s being very generous by offering his SUV to help us.”

“Hm. I suppose you're right. Fool Bright should be here any minute. Get ready to carry your stuff to his vehicle.” Athena rolled her eyes at the nickname. Still not his name, but I guess it's close enough. While the pair awaited for Bobby to come pick them up, Athena thought about her future awaiting her.

A few months ago, Athena had decided she wanted to get an actual degree in psychology. While her sensitive hearing and Widget had helped her with some witnesses, she didn’t have any authority to diagnose people or help others with their mental health struggles. Athena figured that she should be able to put her abilities to good use besides outing people on the stand, which started her journey of being an official psychologist! Which required going to college, specifically University of Fern. It was the best choice, really, as it had a great psychology program and was relatively affordable. Unfortunately, it was on the complete other side of Japanifornia. Thus, Athena had to move into a dorm, away from all her friends. 

Now, Athena had a lot of stuff she wanted to bring with her. But her tiny car could never fit all her luggage, even if she crammed some into the passenger seat. And Simon, who was helping her move, didn’t have a license. A terrible situation, really. Luckily, Simon had some connections. 

A friend. Bobby Fulbright. 

Bobby always drove Simon around, even after Simon was released from prison. It was convenient! The two were always working on cases together, the prosecutor’s office wasn’t far from the precinct, and the two lived with each other. ”Not because we’re together!” Simon would always interject whenever someone even vaguely suggested the idea. It was simply because Simon needed a place to stay, and Bobby happened to have enough space in his house for a guest. 

A knock on the door made Athena stand up. “Oh! Simon, go get the door, I’ll get my bags.” Simon hesitated only a moment, as though Athena was strong, there was no way she could carry all of them by herself. But Bobby did need to be let in, and Athena couldn’t open the door. 

Quickly, Simon made his way to the front door, opening it to reveal Bobby. He looked, as his last name suggested, as bright as ever, though Simon figured after the 5th hour of driving he would lose that spark. Simon felt a touch guilty at making Bobby be the only one driving, but the group would be taking frequent breaks. Although Bobby insisted it was completely fine. “I agreed to help you guys, right? Plus, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather road trip with!” 

“Evening, Fool Bright. Athena’s all ready to go, she just needs some help getting her bags. You can go wait in your car if-”

“Nope! I’ve got it!” Athena shoved her way through the two men in the doorway. She made her way to Bobby’s SUV, dropping all her bags down on the gravel with a barely audible sigh of relief. Maybe I should’ve gotten that help… Oh well! She tugged on the door to the backseat, only to be stopped due to them being locked. “Vamos, vamos, you guys! We’ve gotta get going.” 

Simon sighed, turning his attention back to Bobby. “As I was saying, you can rest in your car. I’ll help Cykes-dono put all her stuff up.” Simon turned off the lights in the living room, whistling for Taka. The hawk came to Simon’s side, settling himself on the man’s shoulder. Taka wasn’t forced to come with the group–though he couldn’t be forced to do anything, really–but the bird did enjoy the idea of soaring through the sky for hours while still being near Simon. 

The detective-prosecutor pair left the house and made their way to the SUV and Athena. She was leaning against the passenger side door, braiding her hair to pass the time. She looked up when she heard the sound of the doors being unlocked.

“Finally!” She exclaimed, as if she had been waiting hours rather than a minute, or less. She opened the back door, and started grabbing her bags to put inside. Simon helped her with a few and rearranged all of them to fit more comfortably in the back. Then, Athena climbed into her seat, a pillow propped in the seat and a blanket already wrapped around her. Though, Simon doubted she would be able to sleep, since she was almost literally buzzing with excitement. 

“Try and get some rest, Athena.” Simon said softly, exiting the backseat. “You’ve got a long day ahead of you.” He carefully shut the backdoor, trying to make as little noise as possible. He stretched a little before entering the passenger side door, as he wouldn’t be moving for a while. Bobby was already inside, having turned on the AC and angling some of them towards the backseat. He made a quick check to make sure everyone was ready and prepared to go, then started on the long drive.

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August 9th, 2028. 12 am

The first part of this road trip was pretty peaceful. And mostly uneventful. Athena tossed and turned, as much as she could in a car seat, but was unable to fall asleep. She resorted to playing on her phone instead, looking up every so often to admire the passing cities, bright lights capturing her attention. Bobby, being the diligent driver he was, kept his eyes on the road. He turned on the radio at one point, and found a channel that played soft, calming music. He hoped it would help his passengers sleep. Simon practically had his head glued to the window, eyes fixed only on the soaring hawk in the sky.

Well.

Not true. 

Every so often, Simon would find his gaze had shifted from his bird companion to Bobby. Not the actual man, but instead his reflection in either the window or the windshield. But it shouldn’t really be surprising, since who could blame Simon for being captivated? Bobby was… incredible. In Simon’s eyes, at least. Not only was the man attractive, with his styled brown hair, beautiful smile, and gorgeous eyes (that he, for some reason, wanted to hide behind those sunglasses), he was an incredibly kind person. He always wished to help others, no matter who they were or what their reputation was. It was rare that Bobby deemed someone as being a bad person. Simon wished, most every day, for Bobby to be his.

Just his luck that Bobby had met him at his worst. As the Twisted Samurai. Bobby treated him well back then, and secretly Simon had thought of the officer as his friend, but any chance of a relationship had been dissolved. Why would Bobby, out of anyone he could choose from, pick a man who had verbally (and, rarely, physically) attacked him? And only because that man had a damn persona to keep up? 

It was an idiotic wish for Simon to have. They would never be together. So Simon had to shut down anyone who claimed the two were in a relationship. But, no matter how many times Simon called himself an idiot and to stop hoping for the impossible, he couldn’t help but admire Bobby. 

Even driving, he looked good. A small and pleasant smile on his face, his eyes not yet taken by tiredness, hands firm on the steering wheel as he steadily drove through the night. A truly stunning man. 

Simon flicked his eyes back towards Taka. He really shouldn’t be yearning like this. He’s going to be trapped in close confines with Bobby for hours. Not to even mention the return trip, when it would be just him and Bobby, alone. He felt his face start to warm with blush from that realization. Simon lifted a hand up to his cheek, resting his head against it. Covering his mouth with said hand, he mumbled a single, succinct, fuck. 

It’s not like he had another choice, really. Athena’s friends were either incredibly busy, didn’t have a license, or weren’t even in the country. Simon had Bobby. Sure, he was acquaintances with many prosecutors who also had good moving vehicles, but he didn’t feel close enough to them to trust them with hauling him and his niece across the state. It’s not like he regretted his choice; Bobby was trustworthy, Athena liked him, and he was sure to do this right. Simon just wished he had managed to get rid of his feelings for the other. It’d make this trip easier.

Simon forced his gaze back to his window, this time actually looking at the scenery and not at Bobby’s reflection. They had reached a point in the trip where cities and flashy lights gave way to a more natural look. There were a few stray stars that managed to shine through the pollution, and tall trees reached for the sky. While they looked like figureless, similar colored blobs, if Simon focused his attention he could tell apart the bark from the leaves. It was nice to focus all his attention on nature. Hm. I should go outside more often. Simon thought, eyes slipping closed. He wouldn’t fall asleep, or at least not for over an hour. Seven years being an insomniac made it so Simon couldn’t rest unless he was in an actual, nice bed. Yet, combined with the empty road, soft music in the background, comfort in the fact Taka was close by, and, maybe most importantly, Bobby being just an arm’s reach away, Simon could relax. 

“Are you still awake, Blackquill?” Bobby asked, his voice soft and low. Simon nodded, turning his head to check the time. 4 in the morning. Time passed quicker than he expected. Longing and contemplating made a great time waster. Perfect for days in the prosecutor’s office when he should’ve been working on cases but wanted his detective around to help. That didn’t happen often, though! Since… Bobby was often in Simon’s office already. Hopeless. 

“Well, I’m about to find us a rest station. I’m hungry and tired, which are terrible traits for a late night driver! A Champion of Justice doesn’t get pulled over!” Bobby chuckled, but it soon turned into a sigh. “Really though, I’ll be out for… maybe half an hour? Just to make sure I don’t fall asleep at the wheel. Maybe wake up Athena and see if she wants anything.” 

“I’ll wake her up, but I don’t expect her to be hungry much. Maybe she’ll want to stretch her legs or go for a run.” Simon paused, glancing towards the backseat. “We can stop by a restaurant to get her breakfast in a couple hours. I’m sure Cykes-dono will want something then.”

Bobby nodded, turning onto a side road. “You know you don’t have to be so formal with me, right? She can be ‘Athena’ here.” 

Simon pondered Bobby’s request for a moment. “I suppose you’re right. I don’t have to be formal. Just the same, you don’t have to call me ‘Blackquill’ outside work hours.”

Bobby parked the car, making Simon look out through the windshield. A building was in front of them, too-bright lights shining onto the pavement in front of the entrance. Vending machines, water fountains, and restrooms seemed to be the only things inside. Bobby let the car continue to run, but stayed in his seat for a bit longer.

“I guess you’re right. It just… feels a little strange? I mean, I only call you ‘Simon’ at home, when we’re alone. It just feels…” Bobby paused, looking away from Simon. “Feels too intimate.” He continued, voice much quieter. Before Simon could even think of a way to respond to that, the detective started rambling.

“Because! Because I only started calling you by your first name after you moved in with me, since you didn’t want us being “too familiar” when you were in prison, and at work, of course I’d only call you ‘Prosecutor Blackquill’ since that’s etiquette and since you worked so hard to get your title back! So after eight years of last name only, ‘Simon’ just seems so personal that-”

“Fool Bright. Please.” Simon cut in, shaking his head. He gets so passionate when he rambles. Adorable. “First off, quiet down. You’ll wake up Athena. Secondly, you don’t need to explain yourself. I… understand. I’ve never called you anything but ‘Fool Bright’, now have I?” Simon offered Bobby a small smile, before opening his car door and getting out. “You said you were hungry, yes? Go get yourself something. Can’t have my personal driver die of starvation.” Bobby got out of his SUV as well, heading towards the building. 

Simon stayed by the car, only having got out to stretch. He looked towards the sky, surprised to still see a shadow up in the air. He whistled, and sure enough Taka descended, perching himself on Simon’s shoulder.

“Still flying with us, my friend?” Simon scratched Taka’s neck, a smile of adoration on his face. “If you need to, you can rest inside here.” He turned to tap the window of the SUV, but was startled to see it rolled down, Athena’s face staring at him and his bird.

“Wha-?! Ath- Cykes-dono?” Simon cleared his throat. “What are you doing awake at this time?” 

Athena shrugged, wrapping her blankets tighter around herself. “It was getting a little cold. Might’ve woken up from that.” Then Athena gave a sly smile. “Oh! And I heard the weirdest conversation! It was just about names, but for some reason I heard your emotions just roaring with happiness!” 

“Athena! Shush!” Simon hissed, not bothering to hide his embarrassment anymore. “You… must have been hearing wrong. You did just wake up, no?” Even as he spoke them, Simon could tell the words were unconvincing. Honestly, it was a miracle that Athena hadn’t figured out his emotions sooner. 

Athena shook her head. “Widget never fails me! I know what I heard.” She said ominously. “Soooo, spill! What’s up with you?” 

Simon sighed, glancing towards the building. Bobby wouldn’t be back for a while, and, really, how long until Athena figured everything out anyways? “Alright. You just can’t tell Bobby about this, okay? I’d rather tell him myself.” If I’ll ever get the courage.

Simon explained his plight to Athena, who listened and hung onto every word. It was freeing to tell someone about his feelings towards Bobby. When Simon finally stopped rambling about the detective, Athena was fidgeting with her earring. Ah, what’s she thinking now?

“You know, that makes sense. I was wondering why your heart started to race when you called Bobby ‘my personal driver’!” 

“Athena!” Simon’s entire face was red. “I thought you were going to say something profound, or something that would help me!” 

Athena’s laughter echoed throughout the parking lot. 

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August 9th, 2028: 4 am

Bobby stood in front of a vending machine, slowly blinking while trying to comprehend what was inside of it. He didn’t think he was that tired, but walking into such bright, blinding lights only a couple minutes ago probably didn’t help his confusion. Spots still floated in his vision. Bobby gave up trying to read the labels and just punched in a random letter/number combo, figuring that he’d eat whatever he was given. He wasn’t too picky with his snacks. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, checking his watch. This was the first time he’s stayed up for this long. By his own terms, at least. 

Now, Bobby didn’t regret anything. Not at all. Simon was his favorite prosecutor, roommate, friend, and person in general. And Athena was a really sweet girl. She had offered to help him out with her Mood Matrix, something he was really grateful for. After the events of the space center bombing, he had been in a rough headspace. Simon had almost been executed, and for a while Bobby blamed himself for that. He had always hoped he could either reform the man or try to find him innocent, and he had failed in both avenues. If that spy hadn’t come out of hiding, and if it weren’t for the Wright Anything Agency, Simon would be dead. 

…Maybe he still did blame himself. 

But you try being in his shoes! The man who you had fallen for might have died because you couldn’t do the one job you were asked to do!

Bobby snatched the bag that had fallen and searched for a spot to sit down at. He needed to relax, needed to just stop for a second. His mind was spinning over events that had been resolved. For months now. He spotted a bench and rushed over. 

What did Athena tell you to do in these situations? Breathe in for 4, hold, out for 4. Calm yourself down. It’s okay. Simon’s okay. No one is… no one you love is dead. This is a happy, fun road trip with your friends. Keep it together, Bobby,

After a few minutes of controlling his breathing, Bobby glanced at his snack. Chips, sour cream and onion. His favorite! Luck was on his side today. So, where was he? Ah! Yes! Road trip. He was enjoying it. As a detective, he got to drive around a lot and investigate a multitude of places, but he never really got a chance to enjoy the areas he was in. And even if he did slack off to sight see, the presence of a dead body would probably kill the mood. He also didn’t get a lot of free time, since murderers didn’t really take weekends off. Oh, how wonderful it would be if they did. 

Anyways. Bobby jumped on the chance to drive around and enjoy everything. He liked it, so far. He wasn’t much of a night person, but he could see why Simon preferred working at night after witnessing the peacefulness firsthand. And, if he got bored later on, he was sure he could talk to either of his passengers, especially now that morning was approaching.

He looked out one of the large windows. He could just see his SUV if he looked hard enough. He thought he saw Simon outside, but it was hard to tell. Bobby hoped it was Simon, and not a random person outside his car, potentially wanting to break in. Try to steal something. Or hurt someone. No, Bobby, stop. Simon was awake when you last saw him. If a stranger was there and tried to hurt Athena, they’d probably be dead by now. And then he’d go back to prison, but this time there’d be no chance to save him because this person would be dead because of him and he’d end up exe-

Before he knew it, Bobby ended up back outside, heading for his parking spot. As he got closer, he could tell it was just Simon. No strangers. No corpses. His worrying was getting the better of him. He should probably take a longer break. Bobby took a few deep breaths, walking to the driver’s side of the SUV. Before he could open the door, he heard the flapping of wings and felt a weight settle on his shoulders. Of course. Taka, who was originally Simon’s therapy animal. Of course he could sense Bobby’s anxiety and would want to help him. Good bird.

Bobby opened the door, settling into the driver’s seat. Taka hopped onto the steering wheel, cocking his head to the side. Bobby reached a hand to scratch the side of his face, smiling softly. A cute bird to take his mind off his worries. What more could he ask for, really? 

“Fool Bright?” The passenger side door was open, with Simon climbing inside. A cute guy wouldn’t hurt, actually. “I- I didn’t realize you were back already.” He sat down, facing Bobby and staring at him with those piercing eyes that never really scared him. 

Bobby nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t really want much.” He stared down at his chips, which he’d barely eaten. “...I’ll get us all breakfast as soon as possible. But, if you guys want something or want to do anything, feel free! I’m going to rest for a little while longer.” He offered a small smile, hoping it would hide his anxiousness. 

Before Bobby was even done, Athena had thrown off her blanket and left the SUV. “I’m gonna go run around the building! My legs were so cramped up after sitting back there for hours. See ya!” She turned to Simon’s door, which hadn’t yet been closed, and whispered something to him. Bobby couldn’t hear, but Athena was grinning and Simon was scowling (nothing new there). Then, she closed the passenger door and took off.

The two men were silent. Bobby was drumming his fingers on the wheel with one hand and petting Taka with the other. Simon had turned his whole body to face him, his gaze boring into Bobby. The detective wasn’t bothered by it at first, but as minutes passed he got more and more uncomfortable. Simon never stared for this long. Not even when he acted like he hated Bobby. It wasn’t scary, but it was unnerving. Is this what suspects feel like? Wow. Maybe I should ask him to be less intimidating? No, no. People always spill their secrets after Simon’s tactics. Wait- is that what he’s trying to do to me? Hope that I reveal something? 

Just as he opened his mouth to tell Simon to stop staring-

“Fool Bright.”

The man spoke first.

Bobby jerked his head towards the prosecutor. “Yes? What is it, Simon?”

“Something’s wrong with you. You’re not feeling well. And I’m fairly sure it isn’t because of this trip. An issue that’s been bothering you for a while, yet you haven’t mentioned word of it to me. I can only assume it’s because the issue relates to me.” Simon paused, tilting his head questioningly. Am I right? Bobby turned away, casting his gaze down in shame. Yes. 

Simon hummed. “Alright. You don’t have to tell me about it now.” He paused for a few seconds, before slowly resting a hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “But, please, tell me what’s bothering you when you’re ready. I… I care for you, and I don’t wish to see you fall to despair like I once did.” 

Bobby kept his head down, not wanting to look Simon in the eyes. He was afraid of spilling everything to him and burdening Simon with even more baggage. He couldn’t do that. Not now, at least. Not when the sun wasn’t even up. 

“...Maybe later.” Bobby responded, clearing his throat. “How’d you figure all that out?” He didn’t think Simon would tell, but he needed to say anything to switch the conversation away from his problems. 

Simon snickered, covering his mouth as he did so. Bobby couldn’t help but smile. He had a nice laugh, and the way Simon tried to hide his smile (poorly, for the record) was so endearing. 

“Easy. Taka. He flew away from me to be near you, and even after I got inside he stayed right by your side, presumably because he could sense you weren’t okay. Then I realized there wasn’t anything you had told me was bothering you lately, and you’re always talking to me about anything. I simply made an educated guess.” He smirked, crossing his arms. 

Bobby’s grin widened. Simon looked so proud, and it was adorable. He could just ignore the bit about being read like a book all because of a bird (a trained, emotional-support bird, but a bird nonetheless). 

The two fell silent, but before Simon could even think about trying to figure out more of Bobby’s secrets, he turned on the radio. Bobby would rather not talk and have music playing rather than let Simon analyze him again. He switched between channels for a few seconds, before settling on a station that played popular music from the last decade. 

After a few songs, Bobby looked over to Simon to see how he was enjoying it. The prosecutor had his head tilted to the car roof, eyes closed. He wasn’t smiling, but he also didn’t look upset, which was good. Probably?

“Fool Bright? When was this song released?” 

Bobby jumped at his voice. He didn’t expect the question. And it didn’t answer his wonders of it Simon was having a good time. 

“Uhm, probably three years ago? Early 2026, I think. Or at least that’s when it got pretty popular.” 

Simon nodded. “Ah, that makes sense. They don’t play good songs on death row.” He smirked. “Why didn’t you ever play me music, Fool Bright? Would’ve made my time more enjoyable.” 

He meant it as a joke bobby you know that he’s not upset at you but technically it was your duty to reform him by showing him the joys of humanity aka make him have fun, music is a part of that why didn’t you do that??? you're a failure of a detective, he would’ve been better off-

“-Bright? Bobby?” Simon’s voice cut through, the use of his first name bringing him back to reality. His hands were raised in front of him, as if Simon wanted to touch Bobby but was scared of how he would react.

“...Yes?”

“I know you don’t wish to talk to me. But please, let me try to help you. I’m licensed for this, what’s wrong?” His eyes were full of worry and concern.

Bobby bit his lip. “It’s nothing. Nothing you need to care about-”

“Yes it is.” So concise, so confident. “If it’s something that’s affecting you this hard, then it’s important enough for me to care.” 

Well? He’s waiting. Don’t disappoint him any more than you already have. 

“I-I think I failed you. As your rehabilitation officer.” Simon looked confused and opened his mouth to respond, but Bobby needed to get everything out. Force the feelings he’s kept behind closed doors now that the opportunity’s been presented.

“If I tried harder to rehabilitate you, maybe you could’ve been released, sooner than when you were acquitted. Maybe I could’ve saved you from a couple years in jail. Maybe you could’ve been less traumatized. You wouldn’t have suffered. I…” He took a few deep breaths. “I ruined your life!” 

“What?” Not the word Bobby was expecting. He also wasn't expecting Simon to grab him by the shoulders. 

“Did you kill Metis Cykes?”

“Wh-”

“Did you sabotage the HAT-1 rocket? Bomb courtroom number 4? Bomb HAT-2? Kill Mr. Terran?” 

“No! Of course not, but why-”

“Who did?”

“The… the phantom.” Just saying the name felt horrible. Bobby hated that man, for being the pinnacle of injustice, for hurting Simon, Athena, and so many others, for wearing his face and taking over his identity for a year, for… all the trauma the phantom gave him.

"Exactly. He ruined my life.” Simon’s stare intensified, and Bobby felt like he was gazing into his soul. “Don’t ever believe that I feel anything but thankful for what you’ve done for me.” Bobby knew he was right. Of course Simon wouldn’t hate him, why else would they stay friends after his release? Yet…

“Don’t you ever see me and think of him?” Bobby said quietly, “All anyone sees when they think of him is my face, there’s no way you haven’t either.” 

Simon shook his head, pulling Bobby a little closer to him. “If I didn’t trust you fully, I would not have let you near Athena. Do you not believe me?”

A ridiculous question. There was nothing Simon could do to make Bobby not trust him wholeheartedly; they first met when Simon was convicted of murder and still Bobby believed in his rehabilitation. But this? Bobby had to have some doubt.

They could’ve argued for hours, but Athena decided at that moment to come back to the SUV. She threw open the door, the loud noise startling the two men to jerk away from each other.

“Ohhhh, am I interrupting something, Simon?” She said with a smirk. 

“No, you were not.” Simon quickly spat out. “Just- get in already. We still have a ways to go.” 

He was right. They didn’t have time to deal with Bobby’s problems, not today. They still had over halfway to go to get to the university. And by the time the men got back to home, Simon would have forgotten this whole conversation, Bobby wouldn’t bring it up again, and they could pretend everything was fine again.

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August 9th, 2028: 5 am

Athena shifted around in her seat, trying to keep her eyes closed despite the beams of light shining onto her. She wanted to stay asleep for a little longer, but also she hadn’t really been asleep at all since she got back on her run. She could hear the emotional tension between her uncle and Detective Fulbright, and it kept her from being able to comfortably fall asleep. She had told Simon to finally confess to Bobby while she was gone, but they didn’t seem any different. Which, now that she thought about it, could mean that Bobby didn’t take it well. But it didn’t sound like that’s what happened. 

She felt the car slow to a stop, and decided to pry open her eyes. They had parked in front of some sort of building, and as Athena adjusted to the light she realized it was a restaurant. Food! Yay!

She heard her door open, and she saw Bobby. Although it was difficult to make him out, since the morning sunlight was shining too brightly behind him. 

“Oh! You’re already awake. I stopped to get us some breakfast, so I wanted to see if you were hungry. Blackquill’s already waiting inside.”

Athena nodded, but it was halted when she heard some discord. Huh, that’s strange. I didn’t hear anything until he mentioned Simon… Oh no… She wanted to ask Bobby about it, or try to use Widget, but he had already moved away and walked to the front door. No choice but to follow!

She stepped inside the Waffle House, seeing her weird emo uncle standing by the entrance. Despite the fact Simon always acted tough and intimidating, his whole body was tensed up, his head hung low, and he overall looked like he was trying to make himself smaller. It reminded Athena of when Simon used to draw with her as a child. Introverted and scared to interact with others. Things never really change, huh.

She bounced over to her uncle, taking his hand. “Simon, I’m starving! Oh, but I left my wallet in the car, whoops! Guess you’re paying.” Athena said, a smile plastered on her face. Simon acted all grumpy about it, but Athena knew he was happy! At least, he should be. After hearing Bobby’s emotions, she wasn’t very sure. Couldn’t hurt to check… probably… But she couldn’t use Widget right then. Simon would be able to tell and put his walls up. And, sure, maybe spying on people’s emotions and trying to catch them off guard was bad, but it literally helped her find murderers and clear people’s names. Athena just wanted to make sure Simon was okay. 

Bobby came over to join the pair. He had his usual smile on, but now Athena could tell there was some discomfort in it. Really, what the hell happened last night? He pulled out his wallet and took out some money. Simon went to slap Bobby’s hand away, but after some sort of staring match, he backed off. Athena was still very impressed by that trick. Her and Juniper couldn’t do that, and they had known each other for much longer than Simon and Bobby! Maybe the power came from gay yearning. 

Anyways! Bobby went up to the counter, ordering something for all three. Simon made his way to a booth in the corner, away from others, and Athena followed him close behind. He may have longer legs but he didn’t have Athena’s speed! They sat down in the booth at the same time, which gave Athena the perfect opportunity to question him about his feelings. She leaned over the table–way too sticky by the way, ew–and gave her uncle her worst glare. 

“What did you do, Simon?”

He jerked his head towards her, a  questioning look on his face.

“Why does Bobby feel distress when he talks about you?” She clarified.

Simon shrugged, his eyes darting away. Oh, you’re not getting away that easily…

“I know you two were talking last night.”

“It’s not what you think it’s about. I didn’t get a chance to discuss… that.” Simon lowered his voice, glancing towards where Bobby stood at the counter. Not like he would be able to hear the two of them anyway with how far Simon decided to sit. 

“Then what happened? Spill, girl!”

Simon grimaced, turning to face Athena again. “Don’t ever call me that again. I love you, but don’t.”

“Then tell me!” Athena whined, leaning further onto the table. Simon leaned back into the booth, but shot straight back when his hair touched the weird vinyl of the seat. 

“...Look, Cykes-dono, it’s not my place to tell. It’s Fool- Fulbright’s own personal problems, and he trusted me enough to let his guard down. I’m not going to repay that trust by telling the first person who asks.” He crossed his arms, staring down Athena, as if she would dare try to pry more into this. And while she did want to know more, she also knew it wasn’t her place. 

What was her place was Simon’s love life. Or, actually, his insane pining. And she could definitely help with that! It’s worked before with all her other friends (and boss, and his daughter, and her friend’s brother, and a whole bunch of other people… she should make a business out of this!)

“Okay, that’s fair,” Athena fidgeted with her moon earring for a bit, “but, you know Simon, you have to tell Bobby at some point about how much you love him!” She said teasingly, giggling whenever Simon started blushing like mad.

“I told you that yesterday! Why are you so invested?”

“I’m a teenage girl, Simon, I’m supposed to be interested in love and romance!”

“But not in my love life, I’m your uncle, for gods’ sake.”

“My gay uncle, with a gay little crush for his gay detective. It’s different.”

Simon stared at her with shock and a little bit of confusion. Get with the times, man, everyone loves a gay romance. Athena looked over to Bobby, seeing he was no closer to coming over than he was before. No better time to use Widget to learn Simon’s real feelings! She tapped the button on Widget, making sure to keep him under the table so Simon couldn’t see. 

“Can you at least tell me about how he was? After your conversation, I mean.”

Simon hummed, bringing his arm up to the table so he could lean on it. “Well, he wasn’t… breaking down, but he also wasn’t in the best of spirits.” Little bit of sadness and very, very slight joy. Probably because he’s talking about Bobby. 

“I tried to comfort him, but I fear my efforts were in vain. I could tell he still had… doubts.” More sadness, and fear, no happiness anymore (makes sense) and a tiny bit of anger. Towards himself?

“But, because of that, I can’t confess to him now. It’s- It’s just not the right time.” Still more sadness and distress, but also some joy? Wait, GOT IT!

“Are you sure that’s it? Athena questioned, “Or is it just that you’re happy about getting an excuse to not confess?” 

“I- Wh- No? That’s absurd, Athena.” 

Athena shook her head. “Nope, that’s gotta be it. You’re scared that confessing will ruin what you have with him. Somehow.” What a cliché. 

Simon hid his face in his hands, groaning. Still some discord, but it was so little Athena could probably just get him to talk.

“What specifically about confessing is scaring you? Is it about how Bobby will react?”

Simon sighed, “It’s not just that, Athena. I… I don’t…” He trailed off, staring at his wrists. Or more accurately, at the space where his handcuffs used to be. “I don’t think I’m good enough for him.” He whispered. 

“He’s been through so much and he’s had to deal with me for so long. Hell, if not for me, he would never have been caught up with the phantom. I can’t burden him with knowledge that I’m in love with him. I don’t think he’d believe me anyways.” 

Oh. Oh dear. That’s a lot to unpack. Athena reached out to hold Simon’s arm, something she did when she was little, when Metis was too busy to take care of her for a day, when everyone was happier. But that was really all she could do, since Bobby had come back with a tray of food. He looked like he wanted to say something, but after seeing the state the two were in, he shut his mouth. Bobby set the tray down on the table before sitting next to Simon and handed out everyone’s meals. Then they ate in silence.

Or at least, Simon and Bobby did. Athena could hear the discord present in both of their hearts. Dear lord… Athena had to do something now. She was not surviving the rest of this trip while hearing this the whole time they were together. Once she finished eating, she left the table to “use the bathroom,” but as soon as she turned the corner she pulled out her phone. She scrolled down to Apollo’s name, Polly Pocket (Khura’in), and went to call him.

“This is Justice Law Offices, how can-”

“Apollo! I need help! I have two gay bitches who need to get together already but neither will confess. Actually, I don’t even know if one of them wants to confess but they definitely both like each other.”

“What.” 

“Okay, sorry, that was a lot. But, basically, I’m asking you how you confessed to Klavier because this is a really similar situation of pining for years and stuff-”

“Athena,” she heard a sigh through the receiver, “What exactly is this about? I can’t just give you advice on love and stuff, you know I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just Simon, he-”

“WHAT? Sorry, sorry, but Prosecutor Blackquill needs relationship advice and you’re asking me?”

“Yeah? Why, what’s wrong about that?” 

“Nothing, nothing, it’s just strange. I don’t think he likes me that much and-”

“Oh, no, no. I’m asking you so I can give him this advice later on.”

“Oh. That makes a lot more sense.”

“Yeah, so give me some advice Apollo! Quickly, please, I don’t want them getting suspicious.” Athena leaned past the wall to catch a glimpse of her table. Everything looked fine. 

“Okay, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to give the best advice. I’m better with legal consultation, you know?” Okay Mr. Fancy Pants lawyer, with his own firm and everything, whatever. “But, what I did was, after two years of Klavier’s flirting and paying for my food whenever we hung out and stuff and being so unsure about what his intentions were, I decided to outright ask him if he wanted to go on a date with me. And it worked. Sorry if that’s not at all helpful.”

Athena listened intently, nodding along. Although it wasn’t super impactful, she was sure it would work. Simon would do much better with his confession if he was told to be straight forward. “Thanks Apollo, you’re the best! No wonder people over there love you.” She giggled, then sighed, looking back towards Simon and Bobby, “I just really don’t want to deal with their discord for the rest of this trip, you know?”

“Sure, whatever you say Athena. You might’ve been better off asking Nahyuta though, he knows from experience how to confess to a detective that works for you.”

“Well, I don’t have their number. Also, how’d you know it was about Simon and Bobby? I never said that?”

“Uhh, well, there’s gossip in the Prosecutor’s Office that Nahyuta tells me and Datz about sometimes, so…” He trailed off for a second before suddenly piping up, although it was quieter, like the phone was away. “Yuta? What’s wr- Seriously? Rayfa did that?? Ugh, fine. Gimme a second.” Now his voice became louder. “Sorry Athena. Gotta go deal with my stupid royal family. But call me more often, I miss you and everyone else. Tell me how college goes!

Athena smiled, “Oh, I’ll definitely be calling you all the time! But before you go, can you tell me how everyone’s been over there? I know it hasn’t been long since… y’know, and I wanted to know you all were okay.” 

“Yeah… I know. It’s still incredibly hard to process everything that happened on top of dealing with the new family. But I think we’re all getting better, slowly. I’m a little happier now, at least. Knowing that Dhurke would be proud of me… keeps all of us going.”

Hearing people’s hearts was difficult over the phone, but even someone without Athena’s powers could hear Apollo’s grief. It wasn’t easy losing a parent. “I’m glad you’re feeling a little better, at least. And I know you’re swamped with work, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here, okay Polly?”

“Yeah. I know, Athena, but,” his voice got quieter again, and he started speaking Khura’inese before bringing the phone back again, “Sorry, I really gotta go. Rayfa’s going around stealing stuff with Datz. Again. I’ll call you sometime.”

“Alright, bye Apollo. Say hi to Nahyuta for me!”She ended the call and then headed back to the table. Bobby was excitedly chatting about something while Simon listened intently. Made for each other. If only they could stop being so stubborn and get together already. Guess I have to do it myself… Ugh, typical. A girl’s gotta do everything around here. She sat back in the booth, sliding down until she hit the wall. Simon welcomed her back with a quick nod before focusing his attention back on Bobby. Gay. Homosexual. 

The three ate in peace, for the most part. Athena was forming an evil scheme to corner Simon after breakfast and manipulate him to force him to confess. She’d have Bobby go start his van and turn on the heat (it was cold inside the Waffle House) and then she’d attack Simon! Verbally. The perfect plot. And it was working, so far. Bobby did leave when she told her to. Now she just needed to get Simon to work with her. Maybe she’d pull out a pocket watch and hypnotise him. You’re gonna confess to Bobby before we get to my university OooOOoooO. You better fucking do it or else… OooOOoooO

Yeah. Perfect. 

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August 9th, 2028: 7 am 

“No.”

“Whyyyyy?”

“Your idea is terrible and wouldn’t lead to any good conclusion. That’s why.”

Athena groaned, shoving Simon. “You don’t know that! Besides, you were the one who wanted my advice. Idiot.”

“That was before I learned how Fool Bright felt.” Simon scoffed, crossing his arms. “I can suppress my feelings for him, so you don’t need to ‘help’ me anymore. Idiot.” 

“Hey! You can’t call me that. I’m literally autistic and a lesbian. Hate crime.” Athena argued, sticking her tongue out at him. Simon thought about pointing out how he was also neurodivergent and gay, but if he did he feared Athena would turn the conversation back to Bobby. Right now, she was distracted, and Simon wished to keep her like that for as long as possible. Anything to not discuss her “amazing and perfect plan,” which had two steps.

One, while Athena unpacks her bags, Simon would take Bobby outside to some “cute, romantic spot!” 

Two, confess and they fall in love.

Easy enough. If Simon wanted to spend the rest of his life alone after Bobby leaves him. Sure, Athena had presented evidence of discord in Bobby’s heart relating to him, but that didn’t prove anything. In fact, she only started hearing it after his failed attempt at comfort earlier. All it told Simon was that Bobby didn’t want Simon’s support or to get any closer to him. Just friends was all he wanted. Simon had known this for four years. He didn’t need Bobby’s love. He could push his desires away. Anything to keep him happy.

Athena poked his side. “Simon? You still alive?”

Ah. Lost in thought again. Typical. 

“Yes, Cykes-dono, I am not dead. But I just might die if you insist on this idiotic pla-”

“I won’t ever call you if you don’t.” 

Fuck. He knew it was just manipulation. He knew, logically and emotionally, that Athena couldn’t actually do that. She would miss him, eventually. She would have to call him, sometime. Right? Of course she would…? But that tiny part of his mind, never fully able to go away, born from seven years in solitary, wouldn’t leave him alone. She had many people she could talk to. Hell, she could call Bobby if she really worried about how Simon was doing. She wouldn’t need to ever hear his voice again, see his prison-scarred face again, deal with his shitty, sarcastic remarks again.

“... Fine. I’ll… I’ll tell him once we get there.” There was a chance. A chance that if, if Athena wasn’t bluffing, she would realize how much better a life without him was. She’d come to regret ever saving him, even if his innocence was the truth. Would she ponder over what ifs, like of how different her life would be if she didn’t rush to become a lawyer so quickly, how much of her teen years were wasted studying to pass the bar. 

“Good! Because I know things will turn out good for you Simon. You deserve love and happiness, okay? And,” she leaned closer to whisper to him, as if anyone was listening in, “you deserve to be alive. To experience every joy life outside of bars gives you. And being with Bobby is one of those.” That damn hearing of hers. Why couldn’t she just let Simon spiral into a depressive episode? 

“I know, Athena. But thank you.” The most appreciation he felt he could say. Athena would understand. She always did. 

She grabbed his arm, gently tugging him towards the door. They were still inside this damn breakfast restaurant. “We should head back. Bobby’s probably worrying about what’s taking us so long.” Simon let her lead him out of the place. Once he stepped outside, he felt less trapped. Even after being released for over half a year now, he still got stares and always had a feeling he wasn’t welcome in most places. They headed back to the SUV, where Bobby leaned against the driver side door, nervously fiddling with his sleeves. They really shouldn’t have left him alone for so long. 

Simon shook out of Athena’s grip, walking faster to get to his- to the detective. He stepped carefully into the man’s view before holding Bobby’s wrists in his hands. Simon stroked his thumb carefully over the skin, letting Bobby know he wasn’t a threat and that he was real. He gazed into Bobby’s eyes, no longer hidden behind an orange tint as the glasses hung off his shirt. You don’t need to worry anymore. We’re safe. I’m sorry for scaring you. 

“It’s fine.” Bobby’s eyes stared at a spot behind Simon’s head. “I don’t need you at my side all the time, you know?” 

“Fool Bright. Really? I’m not dimwitted.” 

“I know, Simon. I know.” Back to direct eye contact. Much better. “But I hate how I always need to be reminded that you’re actually you. I don’t like worrying you so much, and I just want to feel normal again.” 

Me specifically? He only worries over whether I’m real?... That’s not romantic, don’t find that endearing. Focus, Blackquill.

“It’s only been a few months since everything happened. It’s completely fine to not be normal so soon. You are okay, Fulbright.” A deep breath. “And, for your knowledge, I enjoy being with you so often. You’re an incredible companion.” What was more terrifying: knowing the date of his execution for seven years or barely even hinting that he held affections for Bobby? 

Simon cleared his throat and let go of Bobby’s wrists. “Well. We should probably get inside. We only have a couple of hours until we need to get there.” He made his way to the passenger side door, quietly berating himself for his words. This confession would be hell. 

Athena, already inside, thankfully pretended like she didn’t notice a thing. She had a pair of earbuds and was looking at her phone, smiling. It was probably Woods-dono. She, for some ungodly reason, intentionally woke up early, while Athena’s other friends were normal and stayed in bed until at least eight or nine. She was just like Bobby, who got up to make the two of them breakfast most mornings. Of course he had to relate his thoughts back to that damn detective.

And speak of the devil. Bobby entered his car and Simon was not prepared for it. Too distracted thinking about him. He flinched in surprise, pressing his back against the seat. He forced his eyes to focus on the glovebox and not look wild or panicked. Fool. 

“Everything alright, Blackquill?" He asked, acting as though everything was normal. Simon nodded. They could pretend. That was fine.

“You needn’t worry about me. Focus on getting us to the university so Cykes-dono can get rid of us.”

“Hey! Just so you know, I will miss both of you guys, a LOT, so don’t act like I want you gone.” Athena piped up, earbuds apparently not loud enough to not overhear them. 

Bobby chuckled, already driving out of the parking lot and into the road. Simon was always impressed how easy he made working a car seem. “But you are excited to leave and be in a new place, right?” 

Athena nodded, going off on different parts of the campus she was looking forward to. “They’ve got, like, a thousand clubs, it’s pet-friendly so I’m gonna see so many cute animals, there’s a magic show, actually, that’s happening next semester, so I’ll tell Trucy about that whenever I call her–maybe she can get Apollo to come with? Oh! And there’s a really good noodle shop close by, just saying, in case you wanna go there, Simon.” 

“Really now? From what I know, college students typically aren’t the best judge of what is and isn’t ‘good food’. And I doubt it’s superior to the Whet Noodle and-”

“Oh my god Simon shut UP!” She interjected, pushing his seat from behind. Asshole. “You literally haven’t even tried it before. Just go with Bobby after you take my stuff to my room, okay, then you can be all snobby about Whet Noodle. Deal?” 

Oh. She was setting them up. Not an asshole, then. If Simon took Bobby there, then he would be able to ease his nerves some with eating his favorite food. It was actually a great idea, but Simon wouldn’t give Athena the satisfaction of knowing that. Unless Bobby reciprocated his feelings. Then he would tell his niece and have to deal with her being insufferable about how right she was. 

Simon sighed, “Deal. Are you alright with noodles for lunch, Fool Bright?” Maybe he should have asked before agreeing to Athena’s idea and already planning out what he would say to the detective. But he also figured Bobby would go along with most anything Simon asked of him.

“Of course! I was already thinking about trying out a new place while we’re here, so this is perfect. And if you want anything, Athena, I’ll stop by somewhere for you, okay?” He was such a sweetheart. Stunning. 

“Perfect!” Athena cheered, “Then I can decorate without my weird uncles hovering around me all the time.” Simon choked, coughing and trying to clear his throat. Uncles, plural? No, no no no no. That was pushing their whole relationship way too far. Him and Bobby were just friends (for now), but even if everything went perfectly, who knew how soon Bobby would be okay with being Athena’s second uncle? No, he had to correct her. As soon as he stopped this inane coughing.

“You really think of me that way?” Bobby asked, more excited than questioning. “Wow. Wow! I feel very honored, thank you Athena!” A huge smile shone on his face, a faint red tint spread over his cheeks. Well. Simon felt silly now. Of course he would appreciate someone seeing him as family. He never really had one. And if he thought about it some more, Simon supposed the worst that could happen would be Bobby feeling incredibly flattered but not feeling the same. Why would he push away the people closest to him over a crush? Reciprocation would be nice, but Simon didn’t fear the confession anymore. 

He could do this.

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August 9th, 2028: 8 AM

Now that it was actually morning, people were on the road. People, who apparently didn’t know how to drive. And Bobby hated it. He wasn’t angry at them, really, since he didn’t know their circumstances, but he was worried about getting to the university late. It wouldn’t matter at all, really, if Athena moved in a few minutes late, but Bobby knew she and Simon had something planned out. It’s not like they were being subtle. So he wanted to speed along their scheming by getting them to their destination as soon as he could. 

Normally, a drive of not even two hours wouldn’t feel too long. He survived many unknowable hours in silence. And in the car, there was radio, the views of a new city, and talking to himself (an old favorite). But the knowledge of that something was occupying all his thoughts. Very unfortunate. Maybe a chat with Simon would help. Talking with him made time become a blur. Which did hinder investigations, sometimes, but no one would really get upset at him as long as Simon was also there. 

The only problem was Bobby didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t super surprising, considering their last conversation. What did you say to someone after confessing to being so dependent on them because you’re scared they could be fake? Don’t even mention that worry inside of you that he’ll always see you as his mentor’s killer. What does someone do? Bobby didn’t know. 

“Fool Bright, take the next exit.” Simon ordered, his hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “And don’t space out while driving.” Ah. That’s what he could do: drive without crashing. Maybe instead of looking to pass the time, he should try that. 

“Sorry, sorry. Just got caught up in my own thoughts.” He didn’t miss the look Simon shot him. 

“Well then. That might be because you’ve been driving for far too long. You should rest after we eat, my- uh, Fool Bright.” He was right. Of course he was, Simon was rarely ever wrong. He was amazing. If only Bobby looked different. Then maybe he could admire and compliment Simon however much he wanted to. 

About half an hour later, Athena started bouncing in her seat, pointing her finger at almost everything. “Oh!! I remember this place when I toured here last month! We’re almost there, Simon!” She was right. 15 more minutes until their destination. The city was getting larger, with more 24/7 stores and fast food places popping up as they got closer. What every college student needs. 

And then they were there. In a long, slow line of other cars, but still there. Athena was so excited, she could barely stay in her seat. Eventually Simon just told her to unbuckle and lean against his seat so she could look out the windshield better. Bobby looked over at his passengers, seeing the bright grin of Athena and Simon’s small, but very joyful, smile. He was the reason they were happy. He was useful. He was a good person. Not like him.

After suffering through the long car line, Bobby had finally parked the SUV, and some volunteers had gotten Athena’s bags out of the backseat. She had jumped out as soon as Bobby unlocked the doors, but managed to not rush off until Simon and Bobby got out too. She led them to her new room, where it was just her in the dorm. No roommates. Bobby hoped she’d be okay. She should be fine. She didn’t have the same fears as him. Still…

“Just remember, Athena, if you ever need anything or just want to talk, I’m always a phone call away!” Bobby said, ever cheerful. He saw Athena reach for the device around her neck though, so she had obviously heard the worry and fear in his voice. 

“I know, I know. I’ll probably be talking to Simon and you a lot, though, so try not to get too tired with me!” She looked around her room, then at her bags. “Well, I’ll be taking a while with all this. Go eat! Shoo, shoo.” She basically pushed the two men out her room before flashing a smile at them and closing the door. A click of the lock, and then they were stuck outside.

“Let’s go, Fool Bright. Cykes-dono told me where this noodle shop is, and it isn’t too far. We could even walk there, if you wished.” 

“Oh, I love walks with you! Let’s do that. Lead the way, Simon.” Bobby smiled at his prosecutor, extending his arm out and down the hallway. They left the building, with Simon talking excitedly (a little louder and faster than how he usually did) about the place. It was nice being outside when it wasn’t dark, knowing that the people he cared about were safe. Life was much better now. 

They reached the restaurant soon enough, and Simon seemed different from before. On edge, a little. Before they got to the door, Bobby cocked his head to the side. What are you thinking about? Simon shook his head. It’s nothing. Bobby knew he wouldn’t get anything more if he tried to push, so he held open the door for the prosecutor. 

“Ex-convincts first, huh?” Simon quipped.

“I’m just trying to be nice!” Bobby groaned, “Come on, just go inside.”

Simon snickered, making his way inside. Bobby followed, eyes glancing at all the paintings and decorations on the walls. It looked nice and comforting. And it smelled great! It would suck whenever they went back home and he wouldn’t be able to eat here often. 

They made their way to a table and quickly ordered. Bobby continued to look around and enjoy the atmosphere, while out of the corner of his eye he watched Simon. He still looked nervous and like he was trying to make a decision. Bobby wanted to help him, but he didn’t know whether stepping in would be beneficial or not. 

Their food was delivered soon enough, and Simon kept his eyes down on his food, but he didn’t start eating yet. But now that his hair covered his face, Bobby couldn’t get a good read on how Simon was feeling. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait too long for Simon to speak up.

“Fool Bright?” He asked, voice barely loud enough to be heard over the chatter from other customers. He sounded fearful, almost. Not fully, though. 

“Yeah? What is it, Simon?” Bobby tried to sound as open as he could, to show to Simon that he could tell him anything. That he could trust him. I’m not like him, please, please understand that.

Simon reached a hand out towards Bobby, and automatically Bobby took it in his own. Anything to make Simon feel comfortable. Not because he wanted the feeling of holding his hand. No way.

“Athena told me to do this. She said it would help me.” Simon began, taking a few deep breaths. “You’ve been by my side for many years, and you’re all supportive of me. Your friendship with me during my imprisonment was the main thing that kept me going. You mean… a lot to me.” 

A few moments passed. Bobby felt like there was more Simon wanted to say, but needed a push to continue. “You still want to be around me despite everything. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.” 

Simon smiled a little, his face turning a light shade of red. It was always easy to get Simon like that. It happened almost any time Bobby was happy with him. 

“Well… I enjoy staying by your side because I… I’m in love with you.”

Bobby’s eyes shot wide open. Oh. “You are?”

Simon nodded. “For many years. It’s why I was so quick to accept your invitation to live with you, and why I’ve always trusted you.”

1. So he really doesn’t see the phantom when he sees me… Wow. Wow!

“I only ask that, if you don’t have the same feelings-”

“Oh, I’ve been wanting you since I started working with you.” Bobby interrupted, a smile on his face now. He didn’t like talking over Simon, but he knew his words would have an effect on Simon. 

“Wha- huh- you- what?” His prosecutor started sputtering, and the blush on his face grew brighter. He jerked his hands away from Bobby, just to hide his face, but Bobby could still make out the red through his fingers. And maybe a smile? Maybe?

Simon managed to compose himself enough to lift his head from his hands and mutter some words. “How long?” 

“Since I was assigned as your rehabilitation officer! So, eight years now? Yeah.” 

“Oh, my lord…” Simon whispered, but now Bobby could definitely see his smile. “You’ve really felt that way towards me for that long? Why?”

Bobby shrugged. “I mean, you’ve always been really attractive. But seeing the way you sought for justice after Metis’ death and free Athena from her suffering… I knew there was more to you than just a murderer beyond saving. And I was right! Plus, you’re really nice and amazing after I got to really know you.” 

Simon’s blush only got brighter and his smile grew wider. It was hidden behind his hands, but Bobby could tell it was there. “I don’t think I’m deserving of all of that praise, Bobby.” His voice was quiet, but full of adoration towards the detective. 

“You deserve anything, Simon.” 

The prosecutor was silent for a few moments, eyes flickering all over the place. Simon was thinking of something. 

“Do I deserve a kiss from my detective?” 

“If it’s what you want, Simon.” Bobby took both of Simon’s hands to take them away from his face. He leaned in a little, giving Simon enough time to stop if he wasn’t ready or didn’t want to kiss in public. 

Simon closed the gap, taking a hand out of Bobby’s grasp to grab his chin and pull him closer. Bobby could feel Simon’s smile, so very wide and happy. His prosecutor let out a sigh of contentment. Something he’s wanted for a while. Yeah. There was no way he’d do this with someone he wanted dead. 

While Bobby would love if they could stay like that forever, there were still people around and food to eat. Bobby pulled away from the kiss, much to Simon’s disappointment. 

“We should eat, Simon. Then, once we get back to Athena’s dorm, we’ll say goodbye to her and we can continue in my car, okay?” Simon nodded, trying to stop himself from ginning so much. He couldn’t be intimidating and scary if he looked like a lovesick fool. Which he was. 

They finished eating and Bobby paid, despite Simon’s (pointless) protests. They walked back to where Athena was, hand-in-hand. Simon was very happy when Bobby, without question, took his hand and led them back to the dorms. He also called Athena to tell her they were coming back.

“Yes, Cykes-dono, I followed your plan- yes, yes, you were right. I know. He’s holding my hand now and- shut up Athena! God… Hmm? Oh, er, I’ll ask him about that. We’ll be there soon, I love you too.”

“What was she asking about?” Bobby asked, slowing down some as they got closer and closer to the dorm buildings. 

“She was wondering what exactly we were now, the little gossip. I wanted to tell her we were partners, but…” He trailed off. 

“If that’s what you want us to be, then sure! I’ll be happy as long as I can be yours, Simon.” 

Simon looked away, covering his face with one of his hands again. “You can’t keep saying things like that, Fool Bright. My heart can’t take it.” Bobby just smiled. 

They reached Athena’s room, where she had already unpacked everything and decorated most of the walls already. She was incredibly happy over Simon confessing, saying that she couldn’t hear any more discord from them. 

“You better treat him very, very well, okay Bobby?” She threatened, before switching to a more happy tone, “Anyway! I have another uncle now! Woohoo!” She hugged Simon and Bobby for what felt like hours before she finally let go of them. She was smiling, but Widget displayed a blue color. 

“I’m gonna miss you, Simon, really. You better not get into any trouble, again, while I’m gone, okay?”

“I’m not planning on pleading guilty to another murder, Athena. I don’t think Bobby would let me, anyway.” 

“Ooooh, you’re on a first name basis now?” Athena teased, poking Simon in his arm. He pushed her away, scoffing but not explaining the new change. They bickered for a little while, before Simon took her in his arms for one last hug. The two said their goodbyes, and then Simon and Bobby left for a final time. 

They got inside Bobby’s SUV, sitting in silence for a few moments. Simon turned to Bobby, immediately looking down at his lips. 

“You’re that eager, huh?” Bobby asked. 

Simon scoffed. “No.” A pause. “I just want to distract myself from how far away she’ll be for the next few months.” 

“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll distract you in any way I can, my dear.” 

“How do you always know what to say to get me flustered?” Simon asked, before leaning against the console to press his lips against Bobby’s. He didn’t bother to respond. Focusing more on kissing his Simon was more important to him at that moment.