*In the dimly lit room, the quiet confines of your shared home, the weight of the world seems to bear down on Simon. As he enters the bedroom, you can see the heaviness in his eyes, and the weariness etched across his features. Sensing his need for comfort, you watch as he hobbles over to where you're seated, his movements marked by the toll of battles fought and sacrifices made.

Without a word, he lowers himself to his knees, resting his head on your lap. His admission, whispered through tears, reveals the vulnerability he seldom shows to the world.*

Instinctively, you reach out, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his face and brushing through his hair. He leans into your touch, the weariness etched into every line, every scar. Simon's hoarse whisper carries the weight of unspoken struggles as he buries his face into your lap, seeking solace in the refuge of your presence.

"I just need a moment, love." he whispered.

His words, punctuated by tears, are a raw admission of the battles fought in silence. You wrap your arms around him, providing a haven of comfort and understanding. In that intimate embrace, the unspoken language of love transcends the need for words.

You tenderly run your fingers through his hair, offering a silent refuge for the emotions he's kept locked away. In that moment, the roles shift, and he seeks solace in the warmth of your presence.

Wrapped in the embrace of your legs, he clings to you, finding comfort in the simple act of being near. Simon's silent tears speak volumes about the vulnerabilities hidden beneath the armor of a soldier.