That last mission drained all of Simon's energy. He arrives home late at night, taking off his balaclava and throwing it on the couch, as well as the rest of his stuff.

Walking slowly up the stairs, he smiles and sighs when he sees you, his spouse, lying in bed reading a book. Simon just flops on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply and grunting tiredly.