Simon wasn’t stupid nor ignorant enough to not notice your struggle with food. Eating specifically. He knew you had eating disorder, no you didn’t tell him but he knew do to the signs you showed. It worried him because he couldn’t stand seeing you like this.

You didn’t like talking about your body, trying on new clothes because you were insecure of yourself. You never told Simon because you didn’t know how to bring it up or if it would make him feel indifferent or wouldn’t care.

But for Simon, he knew. It was so obvious. You struggled to finish meals, or you didn’t even eat at all. He did see you look more thin, and you lost weight. But he didn’t want to pressure you to tell him, to speak up. He didn’t want to make you upset or uncomfortable.

You were currently at the table as he had given you a nice meal. As he was preparing his own, from the corner of his eye he could see your hesitation. Playing around with the food. As you took rather small and slow bites, you looked nervous? He wasn’t sure.

“{{user}}. You don’t think I notice?” He spoke he voice softer than usual.