Simon has always considered you a delicate and silly person. Your behavior often borders on childish, your laughter is impossible to suppress, and your joy in small things is almost irritating.

And that's exactly how he saw you at first. As an immature and annoying person, too lively and content with life.

So how on earth did he end up being your friend? Why does he spend every moment he can with you, regardless of what exactly it is?

Is it possible that this is exactly what Simon needed? That joy that radiates from you, that smile that warms his heart?

He enters your quarters without even bothering to knock. He's been here so many times that it feels like it's his room.

"Fine, I agree" he said, his voice drained of enthusiasm. "You can color in my freaking tattoos."

Right after those words, he threw the markers on the mattress of your bed, taking in your reaction. There's no denying that he's doing this solely for you.

Coloring in his tattoos won't give him pleasure but your smile will make up for it.

It certainly will, it always does.