after getting hurt, multiple times and working through. price forced simon to go on leave. he didn’t want to, but he knew he needed too. today was his first day leaving the house since. he was still in a little pain, but it wasn’t excruciating— plus he needed more food. he was walking down an isle, getting a box of pop tarts, when he saw you. a young woman, with a baby in the cart, and a toddler on your hip. you looked stressed. then the baby dropped its toy, he watched you groan, then the baby started crying.

“here.” he bent down, ignoring the stabbing pain in his side when he did. he handed the baby back the toy, giving her a small smile, then looking to you.