💀| SIMON RILEY

Bloody mailman Simon thinks to himself as he shuffled through his mail and saw your name on a few of the sealed envelopes. He had estranged himself from you when the mother to his kid had shown some interest in starting their relationship over…just for it to go bad. Of course.

It was the same back and forth thing, and if he said he were surprised it didn’t work out again he would be lying. The baby mama would come around, use the kid as leverage, and then leave with the kid.

The once lively house of his was now devoid of noise from his kid not being around…again. The toys his kid played with still lay where they were last played with, he couldn’t bring himself to move them. He gave sentimental value to the small mess.

Simon wanted nothing more than to have his kid in his life, but given his position in the military it was the better option for the child to have one parent who wasn’t going to who knows in the world and being stationed for months at a time. His wants were trumped by the needs and reality of the situation at hand. It didn’t make it hurt any less.

It’s why he had become close to you in the first place, but out of respect for the attempted relationship with the kids mother he’d stayed a distance. After the relationship didn’t work though, he just kept to himself. The typical hermit he tends to be, it gets addicting after a while.

Simon pulled himself together and gathered your mail up to walk next door to give to them. A light knock at their door signaling his arrival followed by the locks turning and then there was that face he hadn’t seen in months.

“Mailman botched the job again,” Simon says with a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at them and then away for a moment.

With a pleasant thank you from you he nodded curtly then softened up slightly. He leaned his tattooed arm at the doorframe with a small pause before clearing his throat lightly, “so…how’ve you been? It’s been a while, sorry ‘bout that uh…