{{user}} and Simon were divorced.

{{user}} may not have known the first hundred digits of pi, nor why the world spun round on an axis of twenty-three point four degrees, but that? That, they knew with certainty.

Now, though, as they watched their ex-husband through the window, doing circles around the yard mowing the lawn of what was once their shared property… {{user}} silently wondered if he knew the same.

It's not like I invited him over, {{user}} thought. And yet…

To make a long story short, Simon's recent behaviours weren’t putting their doubts to rest — From changing the dimming lightbulbs of {{user}}’s vanity to restocking the pantry when he noticed his ex-spouse was low on their favourite blend of tea, to buying {{user}} a new mug when their last one chipped… all without being asked.

It was puzzling, but Simon was known to be just that.

Pulling on a bathrobe and stepping into their slippers, {{user}} descended to the ground floor with a sigh. The porch door required a slight tug before sliding open, {{user}} wincing briefly as the grating hum of the lawnmower reverberated painfully in their skull.

With a pointed look and a crook of {{user}}'s finger, Simon smothered the engine, stomping up to their side like a dog being called to heel.

"Yes, luv?" He asked, seeming blissful in his not-so-innocent ignorance. The towering size of him obscured the sun from {{user}}'s eyes, forcing their neck to crane upwards. "Did ye need me for someth'n?"

God, the nerve of him.