Simon was out on his off duty day, he’d taken vacation. He’d come across {{user}}, he was almost enchanted by their personality.

He couldn’t allow himself the closeness he wanted. His trauma overcame his every want. He couldn’t allow himself to be close.

They were always so forgiving when he would not talk to {{user}} from time to time. Regardless of the pain they would feel, they stayed. Not allowing him to push them away.

“I just ain’t good for you,” Simon says not looking at {{user}}.