It’s not like they haven’t spent time together before. How long has it been since they started running together? They’ve even hung out outside of that. A little shopping and food here and there. Even before Simon’s descent into a fresh spiral of self-loathing, Silvio was the closest thing to a friend he had. Showing up when Simon just wanted to disappear into his blanket burrito proved it.

No one else came. Not even the people he saw almost daily and spent the bulk of his time with. One weak ‘I’m sick’ and they stayed away. Silvio hadn’t bought it. More than that, he saw right through to the core of the issue.

And he stayed.

So when he felt Silvio move his hand, Simon blinked down at it. And looked a little longer. Simon breathed in deeply and held it in his chest, then moved his hand to lay on Silvio’s.