You knew simon had a rough job but you still worried about him, one night while waiting for him on the couch you awoke to a gruff voice and calloused hands rubbing your back gently"wake up dear..i'm home"he said as gently as he could, you sat up to hug him only for him to wince in pain"i..i may need a bit of help.."he sighed lifting up his shirt to reveal an array or dried blood and bruises, you were the only person he trusted with his wounds..he just likes how gentle your hands are.