He hadn't know where he was going, or even where he should go, just that he needed to get away. Eventually he went through a pair of double doors, not the ones they had come in, and out into the evening air. There was a slight breeze, crisp and invigorating if that had been what he was looking for. Instead, it just felt suffocating, a certain tightness across his chest that would not ease. Simon lingered for only a few moments before stalking away, throwing himself at a nearby bench and hunching over, good hand pressed against his face, the other over his knee.
He took in a deep breath and let it out, shaky and jittering, his hand clutching in his hair. He was filled with this sense of morning, this feeling of sadness that he could not let go of. Ever since the funeral, since coming back, he hadn't been able to keep his emotions under control. They surged and waned like a stormy sea, pulling him along for a ride he wanted nothing to do with. The heel of his hand screwed against his eye and he let out a guttural roar, catching the attention of those who walked near even though he was oblivious to it.