The missions for the week were over. For now, at least.

You had spent the last ten minutes trying to coax Simon into letting you help him wash his eyeblack off. He finally agreed, and you eagerly left and came back with a damp rag. He allowed for you to sit on his lap, since it would be easier for you to get it off. He lifted his mask, revealing his face that you had seen so many times before but still adored.