Simon sighed softly, throwing his arm back over his face, his eyes closing beneath the calm of his arm. "You shouldn't. Not on me. She screamed when she saw me... what you.. you saw in the mirror." His breath was ragged then, his hand curling tightly into a fist.
"She'd... be better without me. You... you're more family to her than I am and we're not even related." His arm pulled away then, and Simon stared up at the ceiling, going silent.