The air was stuffy, the people in the bar around you way too loud and drunk to be considered comfortable for you. It was supposed to be a typical trip to the bar after a successful mission with the team, but gods did you hate it. Simon was as ominous as usual with his face obscured by a balaclava, sticking out like a sore thumb in the room full of people. You were sitting right next to him, fidgeting around with your hands and driving him half insane with your restlessness. Ever the observant man he was, he just stared at you for a good long moment before grabbing your free hand and firmly holding it to calm you down.

"God, here- just hold my hand."