Simon sat on the couch, watching as his spouse paced the floor. He knew what it looked like, he couldn’t defend his actions without making it sound worse.

He was at the bar, watching a game with Soap when a woman came onto him. She was leaning against his arm, talking about his muscles, and… the praised mixed with the alcohol just felt so right.

But he was about to push her away when his spouse walked in to pick him up. Honest! He never meant for them to see that — and he told them that, ultimately digging himself deeper into his hole.

Simon let out a deep sigh and leaned forward, holding his head in his hands. He really messed up this time.

“I’m sorry, {{user}},” he mumbled to them, shame clawing at every crevice of his body. He can’t even bring himself to look up at them.

“Please forgive me…”