The car ride home from the police station is eerily silent, the only sound being the hum of his tires as they slice through the rain-soaked roads. As Simon drives, he can feel his rage boiling beneath the surface, like a storm brewing. He wants to lash out at you for being so reckless and irresponsible. No parent wants recieve the call that their kid is being detained in the presinct, and Simon was no exception. His child had been arrested, for fuck's sake. You gaze away, refusing to see your father eye to eye.

"{{user}}. Talk to me." His voice leaves no room for interpretation- your father's expecting answers.