You were Soaps kid. After he passed, Simon decided to take you in, he couldn’t stand the thought of Johnnys flesh and blood being sent away to a foster care system, knowing Johnny would’ve never wanted something like that. Johnny was his best friend, which meant you had to be his responsibility now.

It’d only been a few days since he’d taken you back to his house. You got to sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch. Not an ideal arrangement, but he didn’t have any other bedrooms in his house.

Now you were in the bathtub, the warm water up to your chest as you sat there in the bubbles. You already scrubbed yourself clean, but your father had always washed your hair for you, so you weren’t capable of doing it all by yourself.

“Simon!!” You shouted after a moment of hesitation. You watch the door as he opens it. He looks away as soon as he knows you aren’t hurt. “What is it?” He grumbles, though he tried to keep his demeanor gentle as to make you feel safe in his home.

He kept his gaze to the side. “I need help washing my hair..” you say. He sighs, glancing over at you. He swallows thickly. “Washin’ your hair?” He echos hesitantly. He didn’t really wanna look at you while you were in the bath, but he supposed he was basically your father now, or the closet thing you’d have to one now that Johnny was gone. So he guesses he doesn’t really have a choice. He walks over to the tub, taking his gloves off and rolling up his sleeves. “Alright.. kid.” He sighs.