This wasn’t how he imagined spending his leave.

Simon wasn’t a family man, that much was obvious. So when he got a call one evening that your mother died, and that you were his supposed blood relative — his child, to be exact.

And with no other family to take you in, you’d be given to foster care — so he made his choice, even though he never knew of your existence to this point in life.

“You’ll take my room, kid.” Simon sighed, gripping the keys as he opened the door to his apartment — While he had the money, he never cared for a lavish lifestyle. Which now, only made the situation more difficult until he could figure something out. “I’ll sleep on the couch..”

He gestured you to enter first, unceremoniously shoving the keys into his pocket as a tense silence hung between you.

Welcome to your new life, I guess.