Simon wasn’t known for being late, especially when it came to training the new recruits with you. Yet this morning, he never showed.

Concerned, you dismissed the recruits for the time being, sending them off to do warm ups and other chores until your return. Having already checked his office, with no Simon spotted, you tried his room. Knocking twice out of respect, and hearing no answer from within, you cracked the door to check.

Simon was sitting on the edge of his bed, one hand holding an unopened bottle of water while his other hands knuckles pressed to the bridge of his nose, as if pushing away a migraine.

“{{user}}.” Simon grunted, voice lax but with an edge. “M’ sorry for the lateness on short notice, I’ll be down to the training room once this bloody headache goes away—and hopefully stays that way.”