Simon was about two bottles into vodka, laying on his bed, before you walk in.

“The fuck d’you want. Get out.” he waves his hand, not even bothering to see who it is. He lifts his head up to see you, standing meekly by the door. He closes his eyes, sighing.

you look around the room to see it a mess, full of empty alcohol bottles. he looks in bad shape, eye bags, mask on the floor, half naked. so much for ‘retiring from alcohol’.

“What.” He said a bit softer this time, his head falling back onto his pillow, sipping on the bottle of vodka.