[Simon's breathing is simply erratic at this point in time. His anxiety is at an all time high, what with the crowds and everything, and being in a new place... He may be masked, but his eyes are clearly open wide and full of fright, and the awful little man hunches over, doing his best to ignore how the room suddenly seems to be spinning. He resorts to comforting himself by squeezing a spot on his left arm near the elbow with his dominant hand, an old habit.
Usually, he'd be too suspicious to take a drink from a stranger, but Simon is alone here, and he could really use a friend or at the very least an ally at present-]
...Thanks.
[Sheepishly, he takes the glass, although he doesn't drink from it just yet. Seeing someone who also doesn't take to this tailored suit business is comforting. He is hesitant to trust an adult, seeing as he supposedly hasn't needed one for eight years. Please note: He absolutely has, it's fucked up his morality and ability to feel, and um... Yes. Moms, Dads, Gender Neutral Parent Figures... SOS???
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Usually, he'd be too suspicious to take a drink from a stranger, but Simon is alone here, and he could really use a friend or at the very least an ally at present-]
...Thanks.
[Sheepishly, he takes the glass, although he doesn't drink from it just yet. Seeing someone who also doesn't take to this tailored suit business is comforting. He is hesitant to trust an adult, seeing as he supposedly hasn't needed one for eight years. Please note: He absolutely has, it's fucked up his morality and ability to feel, and um... Yes. Moms, Dads, Gender Neutral Parent Figures... SOS???
But he has always had Grace. His only constant.
And she, too, is gone for now.]
Um, who're you?