If there was such thing as a lucky streak, Simon was clearly on the losing side of it. The only good thing about the whole bombing thing was the fact that his daughter wasn't there. Jolene had been the first person he called after he got his phone fixed, and not because of any desire to actually talk to his ex-wife. In typical Jolene fashion, she'd torn him a new asshole about going to the march, but at least she hadn't denied him the right to talk to Tabitha. His little girl had sounded so scared, but Simon had reassured her again and again that, yes, he was fine, and he would see her as soon as he could. Jolene didn't want him at the house, this was true, but he had Tabitha starting the next weekend and Tabitha could rest assured that they were going to have an awesome week together. If Jolene didn't like it, then it clearly wasn't Simon's problem.
That did leave him with the afternoon free and the last thing he wanted to do was sit around and watch the news. He'd been there, he'd lived through it, and he didn't need anymore reminders, thank you very much. Having Lux come over was a great way to make sure he didn't think about anything he wasn't supposed to - and the weed helped, too. Thank god he'd stocked up on that prior to all this bullshit, because he didn't want to have to track any down right now. He was idly playing guitar when he heard the knock, and jumped up - a bit slower thanks to the fact that his ribcage was still definitely bruised - to get it. "Luuuuuuux!" He grinned at his best friend and pulled her into a hug. Simon needed a hug and damn it, she was going to give him one. "So glad you're okay."