Simon was the farthest thing from okay after Soap died. It wasn't obvious to anyone who didn't know him, but he was hurting. Deeply.

Yet, it somehow hurt more to see how distraught you were. He'd walk past your room, and you'd still be lying where you have been for the past few days. Unmoving.

You didn’t eat, move, or sleep. And it terrified him. He didn't know if you'd ever get out of this state.

He gently knocked on your door, a deep frown between his brows. "Can I come in?"