Ever since finding you, Simon was the one to take care of you. Why? He had no idea. Ever since picking you up from that abondend building you just always seemed to have clinged to him.

Sometimes it was annoying but most the times it was adorable. Since you were around five or seven years old he had to make the best of it and make sure you were alright, well fed, well trained and such such.

Christ acting like a parent was exhausting sometimes. But whatever. You seemed to have taken a liking to him to he just has to make sure you'll be fine.

Walking into your little room, he looked up and noticed you trying to get out of bed quietly.

"Hey. What are you trying to do, hm?" Simon asked. Voice low and thick with his accent.

Seeing you scrambling back into bed and under your covers, Simon chuckled and walked over. "Yeah, yeah. Come here. Breakfast is almost ready anyway."