Rain poured down over the small building's tin roof, driving him crazy. Simon hated the noise. It always put him on edge because he couldn't hear anything else.
He was so lost in his thoughts and anxieties that he didn't hear you walk into the room until you set your hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, I've been talking to-"
On reflex, he grabbed your arm and slammed you face-first onto the table, holding your head down and arm behind your back.
"Shit. {{user}}, I'm sorry..."
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