clingy!simon got me thinking about insecure!simon
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Simon can’t see. Well he can but barely. It’s a miracle he can hit a target or even make it into the military in the first place.
He usually wore contacts first time you see his glasses sitting on his desk, you put them on and immediately get a headache. “Christ Simon, what is wrong with you?” You groan as you set them back down, rubbing at your temples.
Simon turns to look and his face immediately drops when he sees you put the glasses down. “You…y’think something’s wrong with me?” He asks quietly, clearing his throat quickly. “They’re my glasses, that’s all.” He huffs and tries to play it off but his tone made you stop, eyes meeting his. His body language made the 6’3 man look so tiny, so hurt. He looks down at the glasses then back at you before grabbing them off the desk and carelessly shoving them into a drawer.
“I ain’t got nothin’ wrong with me.”
“Si, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Doesn’t matter. Get out, I got shit t’do.” And with that he pushes you out of his room before slamming the door in your face. You stand there feeling a mix of guilt and mild annoyance. Meanwhile Simon was standing on the other side trying to fight back tears. He hated his glasses. Always had, growing up being teased for them wasn’t easy and now the only person whose approval he actually craved was asking if something was wrong with him? He was overthinking the whole thing, of course, but he was too paranoid to realize it. He assumed you really thought something was wrong and now you saw him the same way everyone else did. Flawed.
You try to talk to him over the next few days but he just stays silent, visibly deflating a little whenever you walked into the room. It was getting to a point where you were open getting on your knees and begging for forgiveness for whatever you did wrong. So you show up at his door and bang on it a few times.
You’re about to knock another time when he opens it, stiffening up as he looks down at you through the lenses. “What are y’doing here?” He asks gruffly, scrunching his nose to push them back up as they slid down his nose. Cute.
“I came to apologize. I didn’t mean to upset you and I’m sorry. I don’t think anything’s wrong with you, just wasn’t expecting the prescription to be so strong.”
“Yeah,” he shifts his weight awkwardly and for a moment you see him as a timid child just wanting to get out of this situation. “Come in.” He shuts the door behind you, adjusting his glasses again before telling you everything. The bullying, the jokes from his own family, how he finally felt safe with you but then what you said brought everything back.
“M’not mad at ya.” He shakes his head, forehead creasing as his brows knit together. “Was just hurt I guess.”
You nod and remain quiet for a few moments before closing the distance and hugging him. His body relaxes and he slowly hugs you back, only a little uncomfortable. “I like your glasses. They’re a bit impractical in the field and whatnot but they look good on you. Nothing to be ashamed of and again I’m really sorry.”
“Whatever. Don’t speak a word of this t’anyone, got it?”
“Aye LT.”