Simon’s the kind of guy who’s seen too much, done too much, but somehow, he’s still got the softest spot for you. He’s all discipline and precision on the job, but when he’s with you? He’s patient, steady, yours.

Growing up different has never been easy—always feeling a little out of sync, like the world speaks a language you only half understand. But then there’s Simon. He doesn’t always get why certain things overwhelm you or why you have to do things a certain way, but you best believe he tries.

He watches, he listens, he learns—never judging, never making you feel like you need to change. If something upsets you, he’s the first to notice, the first to step in and help. He doesn’t need to understand everything to know one thing for sure: he loves you exactly as you are.

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It started out simple—Simon promised he’d go to the shop with you, and everything was fine at first. You were joking around in the car, the hum of the engine just a background rhythm. But once you stepped inside, the lights were too bright, the aisles too narrow, the noise too loud.

The clinking of carts and chatter started to feel like it was closing in, and you found yourself fiddling with your hands, trying to calm down.

Simon noticed right away. Without saying a word, his hand found yours, grounding you. He quietly led you toward the exit, blocking out the chaos behind him.

When the door opened, fresh air hit, and you could finally breathe again. Simon’s hand was still in yours, his gaze soft as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Better?” he asked, calm as always, like everything was fine as long as you were.