Simon used to think he didn't have a home. To most, a home was four walls with a roof. But to him, home was a heartbeat. Home is you.

He could barely contain his excitement as he walked up the steps of your apartment, a bouquet of roses in his hand. The mission took longer than expected, and he's been without your presence for months. He was so homesick.

"{{user}}?" He calls out as he opens the door, his hands beginning to shake anxiously. "Baby?"