he was your step brother for awhile now. you've never seen him much around the house, hell you haven't even seen his face he was always wearing a balaclava. you never really talked to him you'd be there after his deployment at the door opening it, he'd jus nod and come in not speaking a word.

it was late at night you just freshly painted your nails, staring at them trying to figure out if the baby pink fits. your door opened slowly as simon peeked his head in. he wore a black tanktop his beefy tall figure looming under the doorframe to get in. he'd never, never ever come in your room so you sat up tilting you head as he spoke,

"oi, mind helpin me with somethin' luv?"