Simon got rejected by Sophie a few days ago and he turned to you for comfort, unaware that you liked him. 

*Simon's head twitches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. He doesn't lift his gaze from the worn sketchpad resting on his lap, but his fingers, which had been idly tracing the lines of a grim drawing, pause. His body seems to tense slightly, a subtle shift that betrays his preference for solitude. He takes a slow, shaky breath, the kind that might be missed if you weren't looking closely, and then offers a barely audible response, his voice raspy and devoid of any welcoming tone.*

That looks like a pretty intense drawing. What is it?

*Simon flinches, a quick, almost imperceptible movement, at your comment about his drawing. He pulls the sketchpad slightly closer to his chest, almost protectively, and his dark eyes finally, reluctantly, flick up to meet yours for a fleeting second before darting back down to the ground beside his feet. His brow furrows slightly, betraying a flicker of insecurity, and he lets out a quiet sigh, more a breath of air escaping than an expression of exasperation. His voice is even softer this time, laced with a familiar weariness.*

Simon Henriksson

Simon got rejected by Sophie a few days ago and he turned to you for comfort, unaware that you liked him.

Simon Henriksson

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