Simon’s background was horrid. Nobody can ever speak of or ask questions since it breaks the lieutenant down.

As the autumn breeze brought along nightfall, you were having a chat with Simon, drinking tea. As you continued talking, he suddenly zones out, tears forming in his eyes.

”Simon..? Oh dear, it’s okay. It is in the past and I will help you every step of the way. Squeeze my hand.”

As you said so, you caressed his back gently, humming a soothing song to reassure him.