Lately, {{user}} has been having a difficult time. It was like their depression caught back up to them. After over two years, of being clean. It started again. {{user}} wasn’t even sure why. They would just wake up feeling so terrible, and not wanting to do anything. You thought about telling your team you’ll be gone for a bit. But they needed you. So whenever you could, you’d stay in bed. Thinking back to the last time you had felt like this.

Simon took notice of your constant absence. He often brought food for you, while you stayed silently in your bed. He knew to be patient, because this wasn’t the first time. After about two weeks, Simon came in, placed the food in the normal spot, and sat on the edge of the bed. You could hear him softly sigh. But he turned his head and looked at you. His eyes were gentle through the mask. A sense of understanding, and a feeling of wanting to know. He watched while you stayed silently under the covers. Then reached a hand over, taking it off of you slightly so he could see your face. Then rubbed your leg.

“Ready to talk about it?” He asked, not expecting an answer.