Simon let his shoulders sink a little as he found them encircled by John's arm. When to the arm was added a compliment, kiss on the cheek (Which Simon manfully pulled away from slightly, having an image to uphold), and hair ruffle? Trying to maintain his unpleasantness while honestly feeling ever so slightly guilty over eliciting such a reaction from his friend became just about impossible.
"I've sunk that low once." He confessed, his voice a little softer now, "I was young, she was ashamed of me seeing her in a way that I'd never seen before, and..." Simon gave a little sigh, and rolled his head across to lean on John's arm, "curiosity, you know? Bane of my existence."
He frowned then, creasing his forehead as he considered something, but added no more.