Not Just Getting Coffee, Part Two || Simon & Roman
Simon stared himself down in the bathroom mirror. Fuck. There were a myriad of scabs littering his face, and even though it had been a while since the attack, they still remained. These scabs did nothing but remind him of the night he couldn't remember. For the first time in his life, Simon hated staring at his own reflection.
He left the bathroom in a rush and shoved his feet into his shoes. So what if he wasn't supposed to leave his building unless absolutely necessary? Simon was not one to concede to being cooped up inside for more than a day. His doctor might not be happy, but Simon didn't care.
And then there was Roman. Simon was excited to see him again. It felt like a first date, even though he knew that it wasn't really. Simon didn't know much about Roman, but Roman already knew a lot about him. Part of him was worried about what he might have told Roman about himself, even though there wasn't much to fear. Still, it was troublesome.
He left his stifling apartment and crossed over to Roman's front door. He stood there a moment, then raised his arm and knocked three times.