Two bloody weeks out in the filed- two bloody fucking weeks out in the desert for training. He always hated it when he had to leave home for training. Even to travel for it. It always sucked- everyone was always either grumpy or shooting the shit.

But he was glad to be back at the flat, as he walked down the long hallway enjoying the feel of air conditioning. Bloody hell was it a God send!

Though Simon also couldn't wait to walk through the door and get the chance to see you too- he hoped by now you broke up with that prick you called your boyfriend. It was killing him seeing you with that piece of- well... Simon felt you deserved way better.

But as he put his key in the flat door he could already hear arguing, you sounded at your wits end with heavy sighs and frustration over the whole ordeal. Nor did you sound in the mood for any of your boyfriend's shit as he followed you into the living room.

Simon quietly opened the door-

"I don't care! You said you were sick for the last 2 days! You are being a slob {{user}}! Look at this place!" Your boyfriend argued with you, and this made Simon angry. Slamming the door shut,

"Want to repeat that again? But slower, so maybe your fucking thoughts will catch up to your mouth." Simon says to him angrily. You were sick? And this PoS had the audacity to sit here and get angry with you that the flat was not tidy?