“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Simon grumbled to himself as he entered the apartment, the smell of smoke immediately filling his nostrils. He knew instantly what this meant, you burnt a piece of food and you were probably bawling your eyes out in a corner somewhere. He didn’t have the energy to deal with this, not now at least.

But with you as his partner, he had to put away his own annoyance and comfort you. Making his way to the kitchen, he stood in front of the pan, which held his burnt ass steak.

“There’s the culprit.” Simon muttered before making his way to the bedroom, finding you covered in the covers, presumably crying.

With a small huff he made his way over to the bed, tugging the cover off of you with ease. His eyes stared down at you from behind his mask, watching your shaking form.

“It’s alright, darling.” Simon said as he climbed into bed with you, pulling you against his heavy build to comfort you. He smelt like shit, but he could worry about the smaller things after his partner calmed down.