Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

The house is quiet, except for the sound of the rain against the window. You sit on the couch, wrapped in the blanket Simon gave you, watching the storm outside.

He’s in the kitchen, making tea—one sugar, just how you like it. He doesn’t talk much, but you don’t need him to. His presence is enough. Solid. Unmoving.

When he walks over, he places the mug in your hands, careful, gentle. It’s strange, seeing him like this. You remember when he used to be away all the time, a soldier, a ghost in your life more than a brother. Now, he’s here. Every day. Every night.

Because of you.

Because Mum and Dad aren’t.

You shift uncomfortably. “You don’t have to stay, y’know,” you mumble. “You loved being a soldier.”

Simon exhales through his nose, sitting beside you with his own mug. He doesn’t look at you right away, just stares into his tea like it holds answers.

“That was before.” His voice is low, steady. “This is now.”

You don’t like that answer. It feels like too much weight, like something he won’t let you carry.

You glance at him, at the tired lines on his face, the way his hands curl just slightly, like he’s always bracing for something. “Are you… happy?” you ask, voice quieter.

He finally looks at you. “You are my brother,” he says, firm. “This is where I need to be.”

There’s no hesitation. No regret. Just truth.

The rain continues to fall, soft against the windows, as you sip your tea and let the silence settle between you. Safe. Warm. Home.