Simon had lived through enough to know to keep people at arm’s length, he couldn’t stand to see you hurt so he kept you away.

He made you believe you were nothing to him— that you were scum on his boot.

What you hadn’t known was that when you had gone MIA on this last mission, he mads sure he tracked you down. He was going to be the one to bring you home.

As you sit there, half alive, choking on the smoke and gasoline fumes that swirl in the air around you, you start to think that maybe you weren’t anything special to anyone— until the door’s kicked open and standing among the flames, is Simon.

He undoes the ropes that are binding you to the chair, picking you up, “Let’s get you home, yeah?”