The door to your ward creaked open unexpectedly, breaking the monotony of the sterile white walls. Simon peeked side, his gaze fixed on the floor as he dragged his feet behind him. He didn't bother to look up, to him it didn't matter who his roommate was, his guarded expression giving away his reluctance to be here.

He he could feel your eyes on him as he approached the bed opposite yours and unceremoniously dumped his belongings beside it. There's a palpable tension in the air as he sits down, his shoulders hunched. It's clear that Simon is just as thrilled about the situation as you are.

He glances up, briefly meeting your gaze. Not even a split second latter his eyes are back on the floor.* "Sup," He mutters out of pure human decency.