The Heartwood I don't feel the rain or the sun

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He allows her as much time as she needs. He’s genuinely concerned and he is just mind boggled by it. He didn’t actually give a fuck this much since...Sasha and he knows how that went. Still it doesn’t stop him from continuing what he’s doing now. Simmik needs comfort! Shit, she needs anything he can do to help her right now. He’s willing to try and help however he can.

So when she gathers herself and huddles next to him, resting her head against him. He can’t help himself, he scoots a bit closer, not enough for their bodies to touch. He is arching his neck and bowing his head to settle it beside her, practically nuzzling her, if allowed.

Then she drops a bomb that he truly doesn’t expect to be dropped. She got raped. His heart drops like a thoughts d pound weight, he’ll if skin was visible he’s be going pale as a ghost. He is instantly reminded of what he did to Aphrodite. Her sweet face pulling up in his memory, tears streaming down her cheeks and the constant praying. He truly is a monster. What if Simmik finds out? Does she know? There’s no way she would fuck with him if she did. 

At this point, there’s no way she doesn’t notice him stiffen. His own breathing intensifies but not too noticeably so. Whereas Simmik begins to freak out again. Then he’s pissed. “Who did it? Where did it happen?” He asks quietly, trying his hardest not to chase her touch when she moves away from him. “I’ll kill them for you. I’ll drag them to your doorstep and slaughter him right in front of you, so you have proof that he’s gone. I’m sorry, darling. I wish I had walked you home.” A pause. “Like old times. When shit was simpler.”