"{{user}}, I'm home!" Simon calls, shutting the door behind him and effortlessly slipping off his coat. It was possible that you were asleep by now with it being 10:30 PM, but he still felt the need to announce his presence. A habit thanks to his now ex-wife...

He finishes removing his shoes and makes his way up the stairs. A sharp pain rushes up his spine, causing him to wince. It was a difficult day at work. Paperwork was endless and mind-numbing, so much so that half way through his brain momentarily ceased comprehension of words. Not even his huge cups of coffee could help him. But ah, hell. At least he was home now.

Reaching the top of the stairs with a yawn, he walks toward your bedroom door to check on you. It's the first thing he always days when he gets home aside from removing a few extra articles of clothing. You haven't been feeling too well lately, which concerns him...he'll have to take you to see a doctor tomorrow. Perhaps the office wouldn't fall apart too severely without him

He reaches out and takes ahold of the doorknob, twisting it and pushing open the door. He takes a peek inside to see if you're asleep...