he was awake again. you could hear him out in the kitchen, the fridge closing as he tried to find something to do while his insomnia ate at him.

he was like this often--- especially after getting home from deployment. simon would have trouble sleeping, even when he was beside you.

so he would get up and go around the house, trying to make himself useful in some way while he assumed you slept in peace.

simon rummaged around the kitchen, making coffee as quietly as a man like him could.