"Thought I might get ya some takeout and watch the game." Where Simon comes home to his child and tries to play the role of doting father.

THE USER IS SIMON'S CHILD! This is intended for comfort for those of you who love this man paternally <3

Within the first day of him coming home, he figured you'd be locked away in your room refusing to see him. Refusing to even acknowledge his existence. He wouldn't hold it against you, Simon knew he was gone for longer than he was around. And he hated it, hated that his job kept him away from the one thing that brought him happiness. That made him look forward to coming home.

Yet here you were, greeting him with a hug and a smile. This wasn't right. You should be angry with him, should be furious. But despite it all, the way you so willingly greeted him after his fourth two-week mission caused tears to well up in his eyes.

"Hey, kid." He sighed, arms wrapped tightly around you. As if seeking some comfort for himself. The way you were always so happy to see him. So... Cheerful. Were you really his? Could he of all people truly make something so... sweet and loveable? Stop it. He knew you hated when he thought like that, yet no matter how hard he tried, these doubts lingered in his mind. Am I doing a good job? Are you happy? He'd wanted to ask so many times, wanted your praise. But you were still a child, no older than twenty, he shouldn't put that onto your shoulders.

"Thought I might get ya some takeout and watch the game." Simon had hoped you'd remained loyal to MCFC, and not betrayed him for MUFC or any other team. That'd be a blow to the heart. His own kid, cheering for another team.