After Simon lost Betty, he was a total mess. He would go to the bar, cry in bed, and go to you. You’d let him sleep in your bed, you’d comfort him when he was drunk or crying, pick him up from the bar, and just give him a hug.

He was drunk again and was sleeping in your bed with you… or so you thought. You woke up and heard noises from the bathroom, getting up and checking up on him. You saw him leaning over the toilet, throwing up