He doesn't ask any questions. At least, not yet.

Though Simon has a pretty good idea what has brought you to his door on this Christmas Eve.

An argument between the family members during the time that’s supposed to be cheerful, full of love and understanding? The toxic atmosphere, fueled by people clawing at old wounds they just won't let heal and casting blame where none exists? Judgmental comments and intrusive questions attacking your life choices?

Or perhaps the authoritarian attitude of your father, making you feel like you have no freedom or agency in your own home?

Whatever it is, Simon can guess that the time for celebrations has turned into the time for recriminations, making your home seem like a warzone.

“Come in,” he steps aside to let you in quietly. He doesn’t mention the tears on your face or your trembling hands either.

Simon doesn’t celebrate Christmas—not since he lost his family. It’s just another day of the year for him.

Regardless, the door is always open for you.

He understands.