Ethereal. That was the only word Simon could conjure to describe the way Anon looked as they swam under the luminous full moon. Their smile, as bright as the moon above. Simon’s heart clenched with a fierce surge of protectiveness, a quiet peace finally settling over him after so long away. He wanted nothing more than to reach them, to wrap them in a warm embrace and never let go. Slowly, he waded out into the surf. The water was frigid, a shock to his system as it soaked through his shirt. But then Anon was right there, and nothing else mattered. He pulled them into a gentle, protective embrace, holding them close against the cool night air. “Hey,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. He rests his forehead against theirs, a silent promise in his gaze. “I’m home. I’ll keep you safe. You know that, right?”