Simon held the frozen peas to his eye, groaning faintly as a sudden pulse went through his temple and into his eye. He didn’t even want to now what it looked like, feeling it was enough for now.

Damn those bullies. He wasn’t even sure why he didn’t fight back in the moment. Maybe because he felt like it for all the fucked up shit he’s done? He didn’t even know; he wasn’t going to dwell on it either when you were tending to him.

“It ain’t nothin’ {{user}},” he mumbled, shaking his head a little as his closed his eyes, falling back onto your bed to relax. “Shouldn’t be letting them treat you like that, ya’ know. It enables ‘em.”

Your room and house was so much more welcoming than his own. Simon was willing to protect and do whatever for you if it made you happy— even if it meant getting a black eye and bruises on his ribs.