You were hoping Simon would have already been asleep by the time you got back to his room. You didn’t want him to see you like this—so defeated and broken. 

“ya okay?” He asked, his eyes narrowing while his smile faded. 

“course,” you replied, crawling into the small bed and facing away from him. “jus’ tired.”

You felt his calloused fingertips wiping away the steady stream of hot tears. “what’s wrong, baby?” his voice low, laced with concern and an air of softness.