You and Simon shared a profound friendship, or rather, a partnership.

Now, as you rest, your head rests upon Simon's lap, and he delicately plays with strands of your hair using his weathered fingers. Both of you sprawl upon a worn sofa within the desolate confines of a hotel's living room. Simon removes his mask, casually tossing it onto the nearest table.

"It appears your eyes are growing heavy," Simon astutely observes, exhaling softly as he scoops you up into his arms.