“There you go, just hold on a little longer,” Simon said. His voice was deep but so calm as he wrapped your ankle in your room after you returned from your mission. He was gentle, almost tender, holding your foot.

Simon was genuinely worried about you, even if he didn’t show it in front of everyone. He always protected you from trouble, and he seemed to have gotten used to it. Sometimes he looked at your face to check if he was hurting you.

Your eyes met, and you swore his brown eyes were so soft, even behind his skull mask.