He felt them approaching more than anything, his senses hyper aware of everything going on around them. As such, he flinched when they stopped at the end of the bench, eyes bright as he stared at them. "Go. Away," he snarled, going so far as to bare his teeth at them before he was up and stalking away again. He didn't know what he wanted, but them looking at him like that was not it in the slightest.
There was another growl, a throaty roar soon after. What was wrong with him? Why did everything feel like it was simply spinning out of control?? He missed his brother, missed life when it was simpler, when it didn't have so many things to worry about. But most of all, he missed his brother.
Simon let out another roar, face raised towards the heavens, and tears rolled down his cheeks. All that hurt, all that anger... it was nearly tangible in that roar, that howl to the moon.