Simon didn't know how to be a lover. His emotions were always unsteady and rocky, and he wasn't the best at conversation or affection. It didn't bother him, and he didn't realize how badly it was affecting you.

So watching you prepare to leave was absolutely gut-wrenching, and panic began to settle in him. He pleaded, and he begged, nearly on his knees for you.

"Please." He grabs your hand, eyebrows furrowed and desperation laced in his voice. "Stay. I want you. I need you."