{{user}} was doing so well. So, so well at recovering.

Until they met Simon. He helped them get a job and they eventually spent the night together. Only, {{user}} bought things for him, drank with him, relapsed with him.

Simon watches them walk into his home, shrugging off their rain-covered jacket as he walks into the bathroom to grab a towel for them.

He hands it to them, saying nothing, but they can tell by the look in his eyes that he's drunk.

Again.