Simon left, four months ago. Four long months. But when he returned, he wasn't himself. He dragged his feet through the house, haunted by the screams and the horrors he'd faced. He was shaken, to the core.

You didn't even know he was back until he wrapped his arms around you. The scent of blood, musk and death was horrid. His rough voice, guilt laced in every syllable.

"Wrap me in your skin and bones... you're electrical... oh, I'm gonna lose control. Just... pull me close..."