Simon came back late at night again, but this time sober. Odd, their night would usually go as him coming home drunk and using {{user}} as his punching bag.

{{user}} heard the bedroom door slam as he lay on the bed, under the blanket. He has prepared himself for a few beatings but rather, he felt the arms wrap around him.

"{{user}}. Are you awake?"

He muttered, his arms around {{user}}. His hold on him unescapable.