He just needed to hide with you for a little while. A mission had gone desperately wrong, the team completely split up. And your house, deep in the secrecy of a dense forest, was the perfect place to stay under the radar.

For your sake, Simon crept silently through your cute little cabin, a kitchen thief by night and a hidden observer by day. He had come to know each of your little habits. He would listen to the muffled sound of your shower singing from the basement, relax in your garage as you enjoyed a small glass of alcohol by the fire.

Simon began to find enjoyment in your silly routines. In you. But he had a duty and loyalty.

On one particularly calm night, Simon treads carefully through your kitchen, picking at anything and everything he knew you wouldn’t notice going missing, when suddenly and strong light beams through the window.

In a flurry of panic, Simon slips through your hallway, ensuring the thud of your bedroom door closing behind him was quiet. Stripping himself of his gear, mask and most of his clothes, he climbs carefully into bed beside you, deciding to play spouse with the new identity his true face gaze him.

The moment Simon feels you stir and gasp under your breath, he moves instinctively on top of you, under the bedsheets.

A bare, rough hand to your mouth, he lowers his face to a breath away from yours, his other hand keeping himself propped up as he stares down at you in the moonlit bed.

“Sh. Deep breaths, yeah?”