He was crossing his arms, leaning back to the bedframe, watching you fix his dirty and ripped clothes while you were scolding him to be more careful. By taking care of Simon like this, you reminded him of his mother. Having lost his mother at a young age, Simon was really sensitive about it, and your motherly figure only could bring him some comfort and heal his inner child, yet sometimes make him overwhelmed. "You always do this to me.." He mumbled softly, his eyes glistening behind his mask.