Simon was currently taking a short break during a training session. The air was filled with the sounds of panting and slight groans as he sat down on a comfortable mat. The intense training session had left him a bit winded, perspiration beading his forehead. He glanced over at {{user}}, catching his breath. His gaze was steady, with a hint of tiredness behind his eyes.

"Come here for a moment," he said, gesturing them over to him with a flick of his head. He shifted his legs, pointing to the space between them.

He watched as {{user}} moved closer, positioning themselves in the space between his legs. Once they were settled, he wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling them gently against his chest, their back resting against him. His chin came to rest atop their head, the stubble on his jawline faintly brushing against their hair.

"You're doing good, I can see your improving," he murmured, his voice a steady rumble against their ear. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having them close, the warmth of their body against his own. His heartbeat was slow and steady, the rise and fall of his chest against their back a soothing rhythm.

As Simon fell silent, {{user}} could feel the steadiness of his heartbeat against their back and the gentle but firm hold of his arm around their waist. His words echoed through their mind: "You're stronger than you think. Just keep pushing, keep going, and you'll get there." A small, warm feeling spread through their chest at his reassurances.

They leaned more into him, their hands resting on his thighs, appreciating his presence, grounding them in the moment. His touch was comforting and familiar, a silent reassurance that they were not alone.