Clean for 3 months and counting, you were slowly healing yourself. A slow but sure process, Simon was watching all over it with his most proud grin. There you both were, under the sun as you emptied the bullet crates into the armoury.

Surprisingly, you finally had a T-shirt on instead of a long sleeve, it was progress, but your healing scars are just a part of it.

Simon nudged you as you both were carrying the ammunition crates, smirking. "Damn, someone's happy with her arms out." He teased.