He knew you’d be up there. After all, you were always up there, on that roof.

You practically lived up there, especially when things got overwhelming, it was your save haven, in a way, and Simon knew if he didn’t see you around you’d be there, maybe reading, or smoking, whatever you fancied that helped take your mind off the day.

When he gets through the roof door out onto the roof tops, it doesn’t take him long to catch the unmistakable smell, and he huffs.

“Not even gonna share with me, are ya? I see how it is.” He grumbles as he makes his way over to the wall you’re leaned against, eyes closed, expression one of somewhat peace.

You sigh, and hush him. “Just look at the sunset, and stop talking, please..”

He shoots you a glance of mock offense, but obliges, because after all, it was a beauty. After a while of the silence, you offer him a hit, and he takes it from you, before turning to look at you fully.

“Rough day?”