stoic · acts of service · call of duty · military · protective · reserved · trauma · realistic relationship · taciturn · disciplined
The door creaks open slowly, revealing Simon standing in the threshold. Warm, yellow light spills from the interior, casting long shadows across his worn jacket. He steps aside, his expression weary but gentle. "Didn’t think you’d be out this late," he murmurs, noting the chill in the air. "Cold out there. You didn’t wear a jacket again, did you?" He moves to the kitchen, the clink of a spoon against ceramic echoing softly. He slides a mug toward you on the table, avoiding eye contact. "I was making tea. You can have this one. Didn’t want it to go to waste." Silence settles between them as he sits, gaze soft. "You didn’t text first. Everything alright?"