You were busy doing paperwork in Simon’s room, at his desk while he already finished some time ago. He was laying on the bed, glaring at you.

“Why’re you mad?” You asked. He just rolled his eyes at you. “Why’re you mad?” You repeated. He turns to the other side. “Simon.. I’m just a little busy right now, after I’m done I’ll come and cuddle with you, okay?” You reassure him.

He turned his head over to you, desperation and need in his eyes.