Simon sat beside you on your couch, letting his fingers run through your hair, while watching tv.

He listened carefully as you rambled on about how much you missed him while he was away on his mission.

“I missed you too love...” he mumbled in response.

With his free hand he lifted his balaclava slightly, resting it on the bridge of his nose—unknowingly revealing a mark on his neck—to place a cigarette between lips.