[Simon can't exactly go pale anymore, but something drops from his expression all the same: he looks almost scared for a moment, like in all this resonating they've been doing between each other, she found an echo he doesn't want to hear in himself. His fingers twitch against hers, his eyes darting away from her face, wide and unhappy as they take in their clinical surroundings again.
Fuck, he really doesn't want to be in here.
But he doesn't pull away, and he's able to compose himself after a moment, steadying.]
cw: mental illness
Fuck, he really doesn't want to be in here.
But he doesn't pull away, and he's able to compose himself after a moment, steadying.]
I don't want you to think that way, Mira.