Despite all his indifference and feigned annoyance, Simon really got antsy whenever you were gone. He would rather die than admit that, of course.

You mentioned that you'd be getting drinks after the day was wrapped up as you were leaving so he didn't have time to dispute it.

When you finally got back it was much later than even you had expected. Simon was on the couch, stone faced as ever, but with an obvious air of anxiety around him.

As soon as he heard the door he rushed to the door to hold you, instinctively checking if you were okay. "Where the hell have you been, eh?"