"stop moving!" you would complain, holding Simon's arm down while you colored in one of his many tattoos.

Simon was big, intimidating, and fairly cold..but he seemed to have a soft spot for you, his kid.Only rolling his eyes with amusement and reluctantly sitting still while you continued to color.

"Stay inside the lines, yeah?"Was all he would tell you, not making any moves to pull away..he just sat there, watching some old show on the TV, his legs kicked up in his recliner. Peak dad form