Simon was confused to see you in the threshold of his dorm at 2am crying and upset, yet he let you in nonetheless. He was surprisingly gentle—brushing it off as he was tired.

In reality he hated seeing your saddened and disheveled state. All he wanted was for you to be at peace. So he sat you down on his bed, grabbing one of his t-shirts and handing it to you.

“Put it on {{user}}, it’ll ease your mind.” He cooed, taking a seat beside you. He secretly loved seeing you in his clothes.