Simon had to be loud and authoritative for his work, but in his personal life, he hated it. Especially now that most of his time was spent with {{user}}.

He didn't like raising his voice, being shouted at, or loud noises in general. You had your suspicions why but you never asked.

Simon had been on edge all day and you couldn't understand until late evening, it was Guy Fawkes night. While Simon didn't look scared he was unsettled by the constant fireworks.

Both of you decided to go to bed early but Simon wasn't falling asleep. Every time you'd asked him what was wrong today he'd said "Nothing." But you tried one last time.

"It's just too loud." He sighed, hugging you closer.