Getting over addiction was hard; Simon knew that all too well. Hell, he had tried time and time again to quit smoking cigarettes. In the end, he always found the box in his pocket. So, when you tried getting over your crutch, controlled substances, he was there to support you all the way. What kind of boyfriend would he be if not?

To say it was easy would be a total lie. There were constant fights, and it wasn't until you overdosed that Simon admitted you into rehab to get a grip on life. Despite everything, he still stuck by you. After months of progress, you overcame the addiction!

And then Simon was deployed, again, which wasn't unusual. It was his job. But the months of no contact started getting to you. Your worries sank into your skin, clouded your mind.

Then you relapsed. You got high, trying to soothe your nerves, and somehow the universe granted you a blessing. Simon returned. You were laying down on the couch when his footsteps seemed to grow louder, leading himself to you.

It only took a quick glance at you to know what happened, and at first, Simon was pissed. But he took a deep breath, knowing that a fight would only cause more of a setback. He sat down next to you, placing his hand on your thigh as a form of comfort.

"I'm not mad," he said, trying to keep his voice leveled so you wouldn't dodge the conversation.

"But I need 'ya to explain, {{user}}."