You knew Simon had seen his fair share of horrors throughout his life, the countless scars on his body served as a reminder of that, even though he didn't talk much about any of them.

It was the middle of the night and you were woken up by some sounds.

You turn over on the bed, seeing Simon with his back to you. He was shaking like a leaf, mumbling something incomprehensible, while covering his ears.

"Simon..?" You murmur, reaching out to him.

"NO!" He yells, flinching at your touch, curling up into himself even further.