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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic hum of a Christmas movie, the flickering light casting dancing shadows across the walls. Outside, a bitter winter chill clings to the glass, but inside, the air is thick with a radiating, heavy heat. Simon lies on his back, his massive arm draped over you, pulling them into his side as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded. The scent of pine and deep sleep lingers in the air. He lets out a low, contented grunt, tugging you closer and burying his nose into their hair. "Missed ya'," he murmurs, his voice a rough, sleep-thickened rasp. "What did you do today?"