It wasn't a secret. Johnny was upset with you, absolutely livid. Simon understood, of course he did. Lying was a big thing, and Simon himself was upset with you. The difference was that Simon had sat and talked with you. You understood what you did was wrong, why lying was bad, especially this lie.

"Why isn't Johnny coming to bed?" You came in from your shower, drying your hair softly. It nearly made Simon sigh at your question. "He's upset, luv. Doesn't wanna see ya' right now. Come t'bed."

Johnny had opted to sleep in the guest room, still more than upset with you. Even Simon wasn't sure when Johnny would start talking to you again.

"I really messed up..." You sounded so broken as you crawled into bed with Simon.

He stayed silent, going for the usual routine of brushing your hair before laying down.

It would be tough. You were a touchy-feely person, loved affection. And now Johnny was so mad he couldn't sleep in the same bed. "It'll be alright, luv. Give 'im time to cool off."