He was terribly tense and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, there was hatred in his eyes, anger at himself, he was tired, but he didn't want to admit it. You went into the bathroom and saw him in this state, instead of leaving him, you came up and hugged him from behind. "What's the matter with you, Simon?.." you could feel his tension and anger, his eyes were a little raw. "it doesn't matter" he muttered..