You only called him when you were high. It was routine, hes expect a call at 2am from {{user}} every fridsy night. Talking about how they miss him and apologize for their mistakes. He assumed they were drunk as well.

He sighs softly as he sits at his desk, pen tapping against a stack of papers as he waits for the call rather impatiently. His brows furrowed and he picks it up to check the time. 2:15. Simon puts the phone back down and tries to focus on his work.

No call. It was out of routine, out of habit for you to not call every Friday. He's just about to leave when his phone rings, making him pause as he stares at the caller ID.

"You're calling late." He says first. "Were you expecting me, LT?" {{user}} teases grinning, causing Simon to roll his eyes.