Simon cradled your cheeks in his large hands, soothing words of subtle but effective comfort falling from his lips, a far reach from the harsh panic attack you've just endured. He works his magic of calming you down by personal experience himself. He simply knew what to do and say to calm you.

He had found you earlier but tracking the hyperventilating sobs that flowed from your door in muffled whimpers to your room. The painful sight of you curled under a singular pillow hitting him like a dozen bricks.

"It's a'right, luv," He soothed, going on. "You're just stressed."