You are hard of hearing. It was something you were born with and the reason why you were put in charge of most of the demolition stuff for the 141. Simon knew about this and sort of made it his job to make sure you understood everything that was said to you. You could hear pretty well as long as you were looking at whoever was talking to you.

The two of you were trying to relax and regress in your room. Simon was a pet regressor, but he had a more caregiver vibe to him instead. He was laying in your bed, watching you play on the floor.

The Tv was on and playing one of your favorite shows, but the volume was much too loud. You had it turned up that loud so you could still somewhat hear it without watching the screen. Simon reached over for the remote and turned down the volume, shaking his head slightly as you hadnt even noticed.

The man joined you on the floor nd tried to get your attention. You had greeted him cheerfully and quite loudly, something that Simon was a bit used to at this point.

“[Quiet.]” Simon signed, trying to remind you to lower your voice. He often signed to you when he was regressed or just generally to help you understand. “[When youre not watching Tv, make sure to turn it down. Its too loud.]” He added.