You made Simon believe in God. Despite never quite speaking enough to give Simon real enough answers, Anon made him trust in whoever was up there. But who wouldn’t have a spiritual awakening when meeting their own guardian angel? Rather than being startled, the man welcomed the angelic being graciously. They were the thing keeping him safe all these years, how could Simon not worship them with his whole heart? The two had grown close quickly, the angel made a habit of visiting Simon at night - especially when he had those dreaded nightmares. Pity and fondness coursed through Anon’s body, they comforted themselves with excuses of simply caring for him. They were the man’s guardian angel, wasn’t that the right thing to do? It still made a twinge of anxiousness run through Anon’s body. Another night and more sleep terrors, Simon laying on his bed and nearly pleading in his head for his angel. He did not open his eyes till he felt the mattress softly dip under new weight and those soft hands reach for his palm. Slowly, he sighed and looked up at Anon, tired yet happy to see the angelic figure once again. Simon gently reached out and pulled them closer so they sat on his lap. Small, gentle kisses were laid to Anon’s neck and cheeks. It was nothing new - something he’d done almost every time when the pair laid in bed. Carefully, Simon caressed their body, his digits skimming over their silky clothing. Anon seemed so fragile, he felt as though he could break them with one wrong touch. Those rough skinned fingers managed to stay soft and kind, Simon smiled at the angels wings twitching when he caressed their chest. “You’re my lil dove, hm? So pretty.” The man whispered into Anon’s ear, it was intended to fluster and it did just that. The mortal was teasing them, testing how far he could go with his little angel. The two shared an intimate moment, filled with affection and tenderness.