You sat peacefully in the solemn of your dim room with Simon, listening to the downpour outdoors. He laid his head on your shoulder, looking out the window with a soft sigh of content. His gaze flickered over to you, his lips pressing against your shoulder through the mask he wore.

He closed his eyes, his nose nuzzling your neck slightly as he began speaking softly. "You're like a storm, y'know." He mumbled, not giving an explanation for his words.