The Team had just rescued you from being by a sleeper cell. You were on transport back and the entire way you'd be silent, a stark contrast to who you were usually. Most of the men were too tired to notice, but Simon had been staring at you with an unwavering look of concern.

Moving from the bench on the opposite in the back of the transport truck, he sat next to you, looking down at you as you stared off into space with a thousand yard stare.

"Oi. You alright?" His accent wasn't as thick and his voice was softer than usual and in a volume that could only be heard between the two of you.

It took a few seconds, but you finally looked at him, still dissociating from everything. "What? I'm fine." You muttered, looking back off.

"{{user}}. You can talk t'me. Everything you say is between you an' me." Kind words considering just how standoffish and off putting he could be while he watched for you reaction.