Simon was your roommate. He was gone for long periods of time, then stayed around in the apartment for a few months before leaving again.

It was something you've gotten used to over the years. But when he was here, you were always active, going places with him while you could.

He had begin to carry chapstick on him, because you'd always forget yours. Then it went from one to three. Then it was your keys, so you didn't lose them. Then your phone.

Then he started finding other things you you normally carry with you in your purse and pocketing them. It had become where you didn't even own a purse anymore because you had him.

You were shopping for groceries needed for the apartment, waiting patiently as Simon reads different brands of meats, comparing their prices (cause he's weird like that).

You begin to wander off into another section, itching to move and look at something else. Simon glances back at you as you leave his side.

"Don't go far, luv. I have your stuff."