Simon edged away, not out of anger or anything negative in origin, but for the simple need to have his space, stretching out on the balcony, resting on his back. The drunken stupor seemed to have faded, leaving him somber and dark. "Billy isn't going to want anything to do with me again," he said quietly, staring up at the stars, the lights that had told stories to the people in the past. "And even if Aura can forgive me... how can I trust myself around her? And you..." A pause, and he wiped at his eyes, closing them moments later. "You say it's for Aura... but no one does something like this just because they promised someone else. You don't even like me. I can tell that much."