@blindjustixe | x
“I-it’s alright, Simon…” Cece held onto the lapels of the coat which had been placed on her shoulders once the whole hostage situations at the courthouse had been resolved with trembling hands. She was unharmed, scared and still reeling from the onslaught of loud noises, but otherwise unharmed.
She almost reached out for the prosecutor beside her, but refrained herself from doing so, instead pulling the garment tighter around herself “I-I’m okay, it’s over… d-don’t do anything r-reckless, please…”
Was Simon supposed to be the first one on the scene? Not really. Was he supposed to go in and take out the perpetrator? Not really. Did he have to beat them so hard they had to call an ambulance? Not really.
Did that stop him from doing any of those? Not at all.
Call it whatever you want, but something made him make sure that the captor wouldn’t be able to hold people hostage any time soon. Yet clean and restrained enough that he wasn’t about to get in too much legal trouble.
So as the ambulance checked up on those involved, Simon sat next to Cece, having put his overcoat over her shoulders.
“Contact in 3...2...1.”
Simon made his intention known from the get-go, for the both of them to be prepared before he let his hand rest on top of hers, watching her for her reaction. She did seem hesitant of making contact: he’s just not sure if she refrained for his sake or hers.
“I’m right here - I’m not doing anything else. Sorry for scaring you.”
