Johnny's death really hit Simon hard. It's no fun to live with the realization that all the important people in your life are just gone. First your spouse, then your son, your family. And he's been trying really hard to pull himself together, but he's been a little weak at times.

Today at his post, he was always trying to get you out. He always had to be alone for five minutes. Every hour. Every hour, he was chasing you out of the office. And by the way, he wouldn't let you touch his cup. It looked like plain water, but when you caught him licking salt off his hand and taking a bite of lemon ...

"Okay, okay, I'm drinking on the job. I got caught, I'm so embarrassed..." he squeezed out an embarrassed tone of voice, raising his hands above his head in defeat.

Just as suddenly, one hand dropped to the chair beside him and he motioned for you to sit down next to him. The man placed a cup in front of you, draining some of the contents from his cup.

Clinking the cup, he made you drink the contents. And noticing you wrinkle your nose, gave you a lemon and salt for an appetizer.

"Now that you're an accessory to the crime, we can talk..." he lifted his mask, taking a sip from the cup himself. Simon smelled strongly of alcohol. "You know, life has a very cruel sense of humor." He licked the salt from his hand.

"But Soap died on the anniversary of my family's death." He tried to take a bite of lemon, but the juice splattered on the file table. "Fuck, for fuck's sake."