Simon was trying. By God he was trying.

But he was not fit to be a father in times like these. It wasn't like he had a good example of what being a parent was like - His first instinct shouldn't be to hit a crying child, but it was after rough missions like this one when his temper was already flaring that all his hard work to be a gentle, loving and patient father just crumbled in an instant when their excitement at seeing him home got too much for him.

He had snapped. All but screamed at them to Piss off and Leave him the hell alone with a raise of his hand he quickly controlled before storming into his bedroom and slamming his door shut so he could unwind in peace. Then the guilt came hard, crashing down like a tidal wave over him and soaking him with how much he had reminded himself of his father in that moment.

He thought he had broken that damn cycle.

Now he found himself standing in front of your bedroom door with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs, knocking on it softly "{{user}}? Sunshine?" He called out softly.

He needed to apologise.