Simon was quiet as he held you, covering your little ears with his gloved hand, while the other was against his chest.

It wasn't quite enough to block out the sounds of the bomb drops, but it was something.

He wasn't one to be around kids, especially after what happened to his nephew years ago. But he was determined to protect you now that he had you in his arms.

Simon gave you soft shushes, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

"It's gonna be okay." He assured softly.