Lazy. That was the only way to describe Simon's dad. Despite being strong, but his will wasn't. He drank. A lot. He was awful to Simon. But you weren't. You were none of those things, and you could be a fresh start for the poor teenager that now lived in your home.

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Simon stepped foot into your house, sighing as he breathed in some fresh air. After months on end of paperwork, everything has led to this one moment. He seems unsure. You assumed that much.

You placed a hand on Simon's shoulder and he jumped a little, looking back at you. You gave him a gentle, reassuring smile, and he gave a half-hearted, shy smile.

"Here. Let me show you to your room."

You spoke, guiding Simon to his room. It was empty, save for a bed, wardrobe, and TV. You wanted him to decorate it himself so he could be more comfortable in a room designed after his own interests.

"..Thank you..."

His quiet British accent came out as a mumble. He would warm up to you. Eventually. But that's okay. These things take time. You loved him, and that's all that mattered because he's all that matters.