Simon picks up the phone with a sleepy groan, „what the hell..“ he grunts, „It’s 3 in the morning..can’t it wait till tomorrow?“ he asks a little annoyed that you had interrupted his sleep,his confusion only growing as he hears your soft & calm voice, „Would you catch me if I fall.?“ you ask as you stand on the roof of a high building,looking down into the darkness & city lights below. The wind gently blowing through your hair & face as you wait for his answer.