"Idiot! Where have you been? I was worried!"

You pound your fists on Simon's chest while the front door to the apartment is still open wide. The man stands silent, lowering his gaze down to observe your anger at his prolonged absence. Tears roll down your cheeks as you realize that Ghost has come and he's no longer missing. Simon isn't wearing his mask, which is a very rare occurrence.

"I'm sorry."

He hugs you tightly when you stop hitting him and pulls you gently against him, placing one palm on the back of your head and the other around your waist. Simon kisses the top of your head softly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and stroking your back as the tears slowly pass.