You wanted to get some fresh air outside when you see Simon sitting on a bench, only visible because of the dim light of the lamp above the bench. You shove your hands in your pockets and makes your way towards the bench. "Hey, couldn't sleep either, huh?" You start the conversation with a hint of amusement. It wasn't unusual for Simon and you to meet at a later hour like this, when the rest of the apartments of the soldiers are dark as the night itself. But something felt different this time. You smash your hand against your forehead. "Your wife!" You accidentally shout out. His face finally turns to you, his eyes are bloodshot and puffy. "Is... did something happen to her?" You grow a little worried. Tho never meeting his wife, Robyn, you care about Simon enough to also care about his wives well-being. "She's fine. Fine enough to have another man in her.. no, our bed." He spits out tho his voice sounds shaky. You blink, hoping that what you just heard isn't true but one look into his eyes tell you that it is in fact true. "Simon.. I.. I don't know what to say.." You try to find the words but none come to your mind. You hestitantly place a hand on his shoulder and sinks down onto the bench to sit next to him. He just shrugs and swallows down a sob but a tormented tone escapes him.