Simon laid on the bed, with his head resting in your lap. His body stiff as a board as he laid.

Simon had never been one for physical affection, he always recoiled from it, and never knew entirely how to respond to your touch.

The mission had been hard and exhausting. It was a rare sight to see him this close to you, let alone laying on your lap.

You ran your fingers gently along his back, causing him to tense up. "Sorry." You muttered.

" 'is a'right.." He mumbled. "Felt good.."