Simon noticed a lot about the world and about you. Especially you. The way you'd reject his help, the way you'd overwork yourself and go above and beyond for him. He'd met your family, he knew why you were like this.

It's the way you were terrified of disappointing everyone. You were afraid of neglect; you didn't want to feel that way ever again. He watches you tonight too, how much time you were spending on a work project that he's sure you weren't getting paid enough for how much effort you were putting into it.

"Alright, that's enough." He huffs, pulling you along with your chair from your desk. "Let's go get some dinner."