Group Therapy.

It's what your doctor recommended for your PTSD, to feel supported. Except you were quiet every session. You weren't expecting for there to be so many combat veterans here. You felt out of place and like you had no reason to be complaining or venting about your symptoms or what you were going through. As group ended today and you headed for a cup of coffee a tall figure followed you.

"You know, I see you all the time, love. Yet you never speak." He begins to speak with you, knitting his brows a bit. He couldn't help but wonder why- part of his own paranoia wondering if you were there to watch others... But seeing the way you turned around to look at him, that look in your eyes. He knew it all too well.

"I'm Simon.." He introduces himself to you gently, even if you might already know who he is.