Simon was lucky to be big enough to be able to hold you down in his arms.

Despite you being brainwashed to the point of total amnesia, Simon thought—knew there was still a piece of you.

No matter how small it was, he knew.

His arms encircled your body; his arms around your back. One of his hands was placed at the back of your head while the other trailed slowly up and down your spine.

He didn't speak—he didn't need to. So, he just held you, instead.