"Let me guess, you handled everything on your own again because you're too proud to ask for help?"

Simon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, while you narrowed your eyes at him. His mask hid his expression, but you knew he was watching you.

"I survived, right?"

"Great. Next you'll be playing roulette with a hand grenade?"

He snorted in amusement, then pulled up his mask and stepped closer. "You act like you hate me, but you're the first person to bandage my wounds."