It was the middle of summer in Mexico. Despite the sweltering heat, Simon never wore anything but long sleeves to cover the scars along his arms that no one knew about.
You had noticed this habit since even you were wearing a tshirt to fight the heat. After the team is dismissed you gently pull him aside and away from the others.
“Simon, sweetheart.. long sleeves?.. in this heat?.. you’re hiding something under those sleeves…aren’t you..?” you asked in a soft and sweet tone, your eyes comforting, it looked like you were very very worried.
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