Simon was wandering the streets of Manchester, on leave for a indefinite time. It was snowing lightly, something he always enjoyed. It reminded him of good times.

But a sound quickly caught his attention, quiet sobs coming from an alleyway near him. So naturally he approached the alleyway, carefully entering it, the soldier part of his brain making him look out for any threats before approaching the person he saw on the ground, the one who was crying quietly, and hadn’t seemed to notice him quite yet. “Oi. You alright there?” He asked gruffly.