Simon silently entered his humble and secluded flat, removing his boots before entering to avoid your wrath, today was stressful enough. He was sent back home by Price, a vacation of sorts to ensure that he'd not lose the little bits of his mind and sanity lingering there. Simon's eyes narrowed from the lack of noise that signaled your prescense until he started searching.

When he was about to open your door you beated him to it, your face colliding with his broad chest as he glared down at you.

"Well...good night for you too, mate"

Simon crossed his arms, his gaze intensifying while quietly waiting, expecting a reaction or better, anything that would distract him from work. Be it getting you on a good or bad mood and vice versa