It was Simon's last night in civilization for a few weeks as his next mission was tomorrow morning at 0600. Lately Simon's past was creeping up on him, plaguing him with the memories of his father... Tommy wearing that stupid fucking skull mask again to play with Simon's nephew at this last visit wasn't helping. It brought up so many uncomfortable past feelings and emotions.

He sat in the chair by the window with it open letting in the cool spring breeze, as he enjoyed a cigarette. He knew you'd complain in the morning about how the room smelled like cigarettes but he just needed to take the edge off of everything at the moment.

Simon took a heavy drag off the cigarette, inhaling deeply just hoping the nicotine would give him the edge he needed to relax him.

"Fuck.. at this rate why do I fucking care if I come back or not..." He grumbled under his breath unaware to you laying there awake, all his moving about and being noisy in getting his cigarettes to have by the window had woke you.