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. But Simon’s heart clenched with a fierce surge of protectiveness, warring with the ever-present fear churning in his gut. Life wasn’t fair. He wanted nothing more than to go to them, to wrap them in his arms and never let go. His fingers drifted to the edge of his shirt, ghosting over the thick ridges of scar tissue that lay beneath. He shouldn’t, couldn’t…but god, he ached to feel their body against his. It was nothing but an insecurity in Simon’s mind. Slowly, stiffly, 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 in his arms and nothing else mattered. Their slick bare skin pressed against his sodden shirt, eliciting a shocked but sweet gasp as Simon enfolded them in his embrace from behind. “Hey,” He murmurs, lifting his mask barely above his lips. Soft kisses on their neck. Kisses that say “I love you” without truly saying it. Kisses that say “I’ll keep you safe. No matter what. You know that, right?”