You knew Simon. Everything about him. You were the only one he’d allow to get that close. Only one he trusted.

You knew just from his body language how he felt when returning from a mission. Usually he was just stressed, needing time to wind down once he got home.

Today was bad.

You heard him slam the front door a little harder than usual, heavy footsteps on the floor. His mask was thrown on the counter by the time you reached him.

When he turned to look at you, his face was hard and stern… but his eyes told a whole different story.

In them, you saw desperation.