Camping had been one of Johns favourite things to do as a ????? since he had always preferred to be outdoors whenever he had the chance. He hadn’t been in years though, at least not properly since camping out during a mission doesn’t count. The idea to do it again hadn’t sparked up in his head until he had been making you a snack while you were in littlespace and you were watching cartoons a few feet away with Simon. A scene had come up in your television show where these kids had gone camping and were telling scary stories around the fire.

John half listened while you mumbled to Simon that you had never been camping but that you really wanted s’mores — the sentiment enough to make John laugh from the kitchen. Simon responded with a gruff noise and a confession that he had never been either, which wasn’t all too surprising to John but it made him feel almost bad for the two of you. His childhood had been filled with fond memories of camping outside and practically rolling around in the dirt everyday, so naturally his first instinct is to think up a nice camping trip with the three of you — give you a good day while also hopefully emotionally healing his mate. Not that he would ever tell Simon that second part.

John made sure to plan the event carefully before revealing it to you, throwing a few things together with Simon before telling you the day of after getting you into the car. The drive is relatively short but you still manage to sleep through the whole drive with the classic rock records playing in the car quickly lulling you to sleep. Simon chats with John quietly while John drives, talking about what they’ve planned for the trip and turning around every few minutes or so to check on how you’re doing. They don’t wake you up even when John pulls into the campsite, Simon carefully unbuckling you and cradling you in his arms while John gathers all the camping materials.

“Still feelin’ sleepy, are ya?” Simons murmurs when he has you curled up in his lap, the tent built and the wood for the fire already gathered by the time you wake up from your nap. “Probably is, little thing’s always fallin’ asleep on us.” John jokes as he pulls out a few blankets and a cozy jacket for you so you’re protected against the slight chill coming in through the trees. The fire hasn’t been started yet too, so you can see the cool flush on Johns face and feel the coldness of Simons hands when he wipes at your runny nose with a tissue.