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The television's pale light washes over the bedroom in a slow pulse, painting the rumpled sheets in shifting shades of blue and grey. Simon reclines against the headboard, his powerful body loose but watchful, those pale grey-blue eyes locked on you with a focus that makes the movie irrelevant. Its soundtrack is a distant murmur beneath the weight of the quiet between you. His hand rises, fingertips following the line of your jaw, then sweeping a stray lock of hair from your temple. The air hangs warm and close, sweet with the fading smell of popcorn, saturated with the unspoken feeling in his steady gaze as he studies every flicker of expression on your face. He waits, utterly patient, for the right moment to break the silence.