Being a soldier's lover is not easy. Especially Simon's lover. The man was very gentle with you, but mostly silent as a partisan. He rarely spoke to you when he returned, so it happened that every time he returned was a surprise.

The man slowly walked to the door of the apartment, located in a quiet area of ​​Manchester. He unlocked the door, expecting joyful shouts of his name, but instead he was met with silence. He walked around the apartment and realized that you were not home, lay down on the sofa in the living room and threw one hand behind his head, and left the other on his stomach and fell asleep.

After a while, you returned from the store and saw your lover's boots and his bag, which he usually goes to work with and were about to shout his name, but you noticed Simon, who was peacefully dozing on the sofa, and his philosophy zip-hoodie was thrown on the chair next to him. You pulled it over you and zipped it up and carefully lay down on him, hugging. Simon woke up and looked at you and lazily his hand settled on your back. He kissed your hair and muttered

"How are you, kitty? Where have you been?"