If Simon was being honest with himself (what he never was), he would say that this was probably the worst feeling of his life. No, not when his father did cruel things; not when he saw life fade from that woman’s eyes; not when he had to leave his hometown. No. The worst feeling was the sinking longing and the deep ache in his heart that he felt when his eyes met yours for the first time in years. This wasn’t supposed to happen, you shouldn’t be here. You should wait until he has an actually stable and nice life. (But again, when Simon would allow himself to slow down and accept the stable and nice without locking it with the fear of losing?) You were at the arena for the meet ‘n greet, because of course you were, he was lucky like that. He holds his drumsticks tightly, almost breaking the wood. He tries to comfort himself: It was time to get new ones anyway.. He hated to take photos, but he loved music so much that he deemed it a worthy sacrifice. To have left you behind, though… he wasn’t sure it was worthy anymore. He sees it almost your time in line, Soap is excitedly talking with a fan while Gaz and Price keep making funny poses. “Hi, hello…” Ghost murmurs behind his mask to the fan, posing for the picture, but his attention remains on you. A question plagues him like the devil: would you call him by name?