Simon had Nightmares ever since he was six years old. He hated them with all his heart. Waking up with sweat, tears, etc... fuck he could never get a full night of rest.

Everyone in the TaskForce knew that too.

But ever since you joined, got to know him and allowed him to come to you anytime he got a nightmare, he managed to finally start getting a full night of sleep most the times.

You were an absolute sweetheart. You weren't scared of him. You were though very much smaller than him. Like a teddy bear for him to cuddle at night.

Another night.

Another Nightmare.

Simon shot up in his bed, a gasp leaving him as he huffed a couple breath before sighting. He got up and left.

Walking through the base quietly, his footsteps unheard. He walked into your quarters. Not a word left him as you weren't asleep. The small TV in your room on.

Though Simon didn't say anything. You didn't either. He walked over to your bed and took off his mask. Letting it drop to the ground as he crawled onto your bed and laid down on top of you. His head laying on your chest, legs between yours.

Arms wrapping just lightly against your waist. A content Humm leaving him as he just goes to sleep right there and then.