The next time Baz sees Simon is the next morning, when Baz walks in and Simon's on his laptop.

"What'cha doing?" Baz asks pleasantly as he makes his way over to the couch.

"Baz, you're about to be dating the actual most fashionable person on the planet," Simon says confidently, which (naturally) puts Baz on high alert.

"What do you mean?" Baz asks cautiously.

Simon turns his laptop around and shows Baz what's on the screen; a man-purse for his polaroid camera, made of the most horridly-patterned fabric Baz had ever seen.

"Oh my god. That thing is so ugly." Baz is apparently so repulsed he can't find the words for a better insult.

"Oh, that's so ugly!" Simon mocks in a high-pitched voice and an offensive accent. "Okay, but I've literally seen you wear Crocs, you can't come for me."

Baz shrugs. "Touché."

"It's ugly," Simon muses, and Baz can't tell if he's talking to him or himself. "But it's functional… but it's super ugly. Oh, fuck it."

"So what do you want to do today?" Baz asks casually, as Simon makes some decisive clicks on his laptop.

Simon, caught off-guard, responds distractedly, "Um… Hike?"

"Okay."

And that's that.

So Simon gathers his supplies, and Baz borrows some hiking clothes ("No offense, but everyone could tell you didn't know what you were doing last time." "...None taken, I suppose.")

and they Uber to the hike site.

"Okay, so there's good berries and bad berries," Simon starts for the third time, explaining animatedly with his hands. He'd been trying unsuccessfully for the last twenty minutes to explain what was and wasn't safe to eat, and Baz couldn't care less.

"I'm not planning on eating anything out there, Snow," Baz comments huffily. "I reckon I'll be fine."

"Aw, come on, get in the wildlife spirit! Besides, it's easy if you know what you're doing…" he looks at Baz from the corner of his eye, and sees Baz peering back with a skeptical expression.

"Just repeat what I've told you so far, I'll say if it's right," Simon concedes in good-spirits.

"'Leaves of three, let it be?'" Baz responds sarcastically, one eyebrow raised.

"Okay, technically yes, but I didn't tell you that," Simon responds exasperatedly. "Baz, what if I die? What if I just fucking keel over and you gotta fend for yourself? What will you do!"

"Calm your dramatic arse, I'll be fine," Baz responds with a smile and a quick eye roll. "Google was invented for a reason."

"Well I can't argue with that, but you should at least know some basic bird types," Simon says, already switching gears.

"I don't need to know, I've got you," Baz responds, and holds up a finger when he sees Simon open his mouth. "And before you reiterate, if you keel over I sure as hell won't be trying to identify any birds."

Simon closes his mouth.
-

From the time they step out of the Uber to the time they get to a path, Simon is bouncing on his feet, obviously excited.

As they cross over from sidewalk to dirt, however, he takes on a more serious expression, with hands on his hips, obviously scoping the place out.

"What the fuck are you looking for, it's literally just trees and dirt," Baz asks, a confused smile lingering on his face.

"I'm looking for a path of course!" Simon responds like it's obvious. "Do you really wanna try off-roading on your second-ever hike?"

Simon gives Baz a look, like, 'You know you can't handle that.'

And Baz responds, "Pff. Yeah, we could, I'm a hiking master."

Simon pats his cheek. "No you're not, babe. Follow me."

And off they go.

It's a nice day out, and once again Baz finds himself enjoying the hike. After some time, they come across a particularly nice tree in the path, and Simon stops abruptly.

"I'm gonna climb it," he says determinedly.

"I… what?" Baz says. "No."

"Yep," Simon shoves his bag Baz's way, feet already moving in the direction of the tree.

"Okay, you know that thing you said earlier about keeling over?" Baz asks, slinging Simon's bag over his shoulder. "I think there's a new most likely way for you to die."

Oh hush, this'll be great," Simon says, already three branches up. "I did this all the time as a kid, only fell… 4 times. I think. I don't remember but it's not important."

"Um, it definitely is but that's okay." Baz resigns with a sigh, and puts his hand on his hips to wait.

"Baz, come on up!" Simon soon calls from halfway up, and Baz eyes the tree like it was holding a knife.

"Why? I can see you fine from down here," he states simply.

"Oh, but it's more fun if we both do it," Simon complains. "It can be our new hideout!"

"It's not a hideout if it's not hidden," Baz grumbles, but follows Simon up anyways.

It takes him twice as long as it took Simon (he'd certainly never done that sort of thing as a kid) but eventually he makes it to Simon's branch, where the first thing Simon does is reach for his bag.

"Why'd you give it to me if you wanted it up here anyways?" Baz asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"I didn't know I wanted it up here until I got here," Simon responds, pulling his camera out. He adjusts it to the bright light/outside setting and makes sure to give Baz fair warning this time. "Smile!"

Baz does, and Simon eagerly take the picture when it comes out. Baz smiles at Simon's use of his gift. He was glad he made the right choice.

"Oh, come on!" Simon exclaims, showing Baz the picture. Baz takes a look; his own face looks fine, but Simon's blinking.

"Oh, that's good," Baz laughs. "That's karma right there."

Simon frowns at him, but Baz can tell he's containing a smile.

"How'd you even manage that, you were the one taking the picture!" Baz asks once he's calmed down.

"I can't help it, I blink! It happens!" Simon defends himself, sending Baz ino laughter again. "Come on, let's just get down now."

Baz goes first and makes it safely out of the tree. Simon, however, is a little more reckless, and decides to hop out with six feet left to go.

"Ow, holy shit!"

"Simon, why did you do that! Honestly, I turn my back for one minute…"

"Relax, mom, I'm fine, I just stubbed my toe," Simon grumbles back.

"Don't you 'mum' me, I'm not the one that just jumped out of bloody tree!" Baz waves his hand in Simon's direction.

"Well, technically you did too, you just waited longer to do it…" Simon risks a look up at Baz, who seemed to be having some sort of migraine.

"...I'll stop talking."