He felt drained as the minutes ticked by, leaning against the railing and partially against Pierce, just the sound of crashing waves and the night music filling the air. There were no words for the longest time, just simple silence, even at Pierce's questions. What did he want? Who did he want to be? What did he want to do? Simon didn't have the answers for questions that complicated, he hardly had the answers for simple questions like... what did he want for dinner?
So he closed his eyes, trying to absorb some of the calm of the world around him, trying to find some sense of peace somewhere... anywhere. "I really don't know..." he said quietly. "Someone... that my dad, wherever he is, would be proud of?" It was a silly thing, something that wore and tore at him, the fact that he had more family out there somewhere... family that had, for whatever reason, saw him and Olivia separated, a country between them. It wasn't just chance. He knew it wasn't chance.