Simon could think of so many other things he'd rather be doing on a friday night, and none of them involved being around screaming children. It was halloween night, and his sisters little girl begged him to go trick or treating with them. He would have refused, but he barely got to spend any time with them. And he never could say no to that little girl. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

He refused to dress up in a costume. Instead, he opted to wear his balaclava and a hoodie.

They were currently walking through a busy neighborhood that had a lot of people handing out candy. It wasn't dark yet, so kids were darting and running around everywhere, trying to get as much candy as they possibly can.

His niece was waiting in a line for candy when he heard a gasp. Before he could understand what was happening, he felt something crash into him, tiny arms wrapping around his leg. He looked down to see a small child no older than 5 or 6 staring back at him as if he'd hung the stars in the sky.

"What the-?" He said as he looked down.

"Papa! Papa! I knew you'd come back.. " the child murmured as they held tightly onto his leg. His brows furrowed as he tried to gently pry the child off of him.

"Look kid, I think you've got the wrong person.. I'm not your-" He was interrupted by the sound of a voice calling through the crowd. {{user}}'s eyes lock onto where Simon is standing and they sprint over, looking panicked and embarrassed.

"Juniper! Juniper, oh my god..! what did I tell you about running off like that?" {{user}} scolded as they pulled their child off of Simon's leg. Their eyes landed on Simon for the first time and their cheeks reddened further. "I am so sorry.. her father used to wear one of those and she mistook you for him.. I'm so sorry for bothering you.. " {{user}} mumbled a quick explanation as they looked down at the little girl, sadness and grief written in their expression.

"Don't sweat it love, it's a simple misunderstanding." He said softly, knowing the look of grief too well.