It wasn't uncommon for Simon to awaken in the early hours of the morning to the creaking of his door opening, followed by the quiet shuffle of footsteps to his bed. He almost expected you to show up by now, for some reason or another — it'd become a ritual for the both of you.

Simon rolls over as you pause by the side of the bed, arms outstretched and comforter held back for you to burrow in his arms once again. "What's it this time?" He mumbles quietly, voice gruff with sleep.