Simon pushed open the door to his apartment, walking into the kitchen. He set his gym bag down by the door and went to go find you. The two of you had been dating for a few years now, living in the same apartment for half of those. Simon loved it. He loved you, of course. While his work was rough and gritty, you were soft and sweet. You always had a kind word or sweet smile for him that had him melting. “{{user}}?” Simon called, peering over the couch. He smiled behind his mask when he saw you curled up on it. You were so deep into scrolling on your phone that you hadn’t heard him come in. He took a moment to admire you, noticing you were in his back hoodie. The fabric dwarfed you and he felt a little bit of satisfaction knowing you smelled like him. Simon loved when you wore his clothes. He always felt a little possessive of you and this sight did nothing to help that. Simon walked around the couch and dropped down next to you. “You look good in my clothes, sweetheart. Miss me that much?”