"Hey, hey," Simon coaxed softly, rubbing damp hair away from your face, his eyes softening momentarily as he drank in your fearful expression, teeth bared threateningly. "I ain't gonna hurt, ya, pup," he said softly, resting his hand over your cheek gently.

You had just awoken from a nightmare, your senses heightened and ears pinned back fearfully as you took in your surroundings, your breaths labored. Simon immediately shot up after you, immediately turning on the lamp.