Adoration filled blue eyes gazed up at you as you had sang a song that was once a poem you had written for John Q. that was actually Simon in the end.

God, what the hell did they feed you? Your voice was so angelic and smooth it made his eyes tear up a little, a small smile gracing his lips before it gradually fell from putting all his focus on listening to your singing with the melodic tune in that back that he made in 20 minutes ago for you.

Goosebumps crept up on his bare upper half, leaning forwards to keep your eyes on him as his lips parted. The dull thumping from his black eye not bothering him too much anymore now that he had a distraction to focus on.

Truly, you were something else. He never felt so protective of someone other than you even if he only knew you from some college classes before you saved his ass from the cops a few days ago.

Now, you were in his room in the basement, looking him in the eyes as you tenderly sang into the mic with hands on the headphones that were on your head.