"KYLE!" Simon yelped, not only from being lifted bodily off the floor, but because one of those oversized clawed hands was quite firmly resting on his butt. "Let go of me!" he protested. He knew better than to try to use his power when it was being erratic, not when he was lying against someone he couldn't deny he cared about. Kyle was his friend. Maybe his only friend in this whole building.
Aside from a couple of friendly acquaintances that knew nothing about his Special Ops work, Simon kept to himself too much to have developed any meaningful relationships with his teammates. He was friendly with Pyro, but at the end of the day they wanted different things, although he had jokingly told him once that maybe they should go out and split up a couple.
In any case, he was trapped. What if he phased through Kyle to get away and his power sputtered while their bodies were still intersecting? What a fine mess that would be. No, he couldn't risk it, so he had to stand it. His face was beet red, and it wasn't only because blood was pooling down towards it. He frantically reached up behind him to try and move Kyle's hand either up to his lower back or down to the backs of his thighs, although he didn't know if that would be better or worse. All he knew was that if he hadn't been in quite so much pain, he would likely be majorly embarrassing himself right now, seeing as his lap was firmly pressed against Kyle's shoulder. "Kyle, please. Put me down," he said in a sensible voice, even though he was flailing inside. Thankfully there were no people outside in the hallway at this time.