Simon was laid back on the bed, his eyes closed and his hands pulling you tight against his chest. Images flashed in his vision, his heart kept trying to jump up to a panicked pace, muscles tensed and skin burning. Hot sun, gun powder, knives, sand, heavy gear. It all burned. He'd tugged his gloves off a long time ago, though his baclava was still on. He buried his hands in your hair.

Simon took a deep breath, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know we'd both end up so uncomfortable. Maybe I should invest in some nicer noise canceling earplugs?" He chuckled to himself and closed his eyes. The loud music playing on his phone speaker did little to stop the shaking of the apartment though. "It should be over by 1AM."

He took a deep breath and slowly sat up, "We're in our room, at home, together. You're with me, I'm with you. No danger, just us." Simon kept repeating the mantra in his head, rubbing your back and rocking back and forth. Dammit. Fucking dammit. "I've got you."