Love is healing

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Simon sat on the couch, the TV was on, but Johnny doubted that he was watching it.

It was the first day back home, not the barracks, but Simons apartment. Soap was with him for the whole time, he would sleep on the couch.

It wasn't the first time he was sleeping over at his apartment, just that he'd always shared a bed with Simon before.

Now, that wasn't possible. Simon was traumatized, completely and utterly broken.

Getting touched was the last thing he needed now, what Graves had done was more than bad, it was inhuman.

Johnny sighed silently, the water was finnaly hot enough. He was making Simons favorite tea, just like in past.

Maybe this could cheer him up -which was unlikely after what had happened- or just make him feel a tiny bit better.

Carefully, Johnny brought the mug up to the living room. He made sure to walk into Simons field of view long before he was to close.

Simon instantly snapped put of his stare and tensed, his eyes filled with fear until he realized it was just Soap.

"Hey... I made you tea." The Scots voice was soft and calm, like how you would talk to a scared kid or a hurt animal.

His heart ached as he saw the pillow Simon was sitting on, the doctor had told him that he had been hurt badly down there... that sitting and walking would be painful for the next time.

That's why the blond was sitting on a pillow, to make it somewhat better. Which it didn't.

Simon looked at Johnny with big eyes, watching how he placed the cup informt of him. He hated it, the small flicker of pity in his partners eyes when he looked at the pillow.

Johnny knew. And Simon knew that he knew. About what Graves had done. About the fact that he was just a whore-

"Simon? It's fine, it's just tea. I'm right here and you're safe. Nobody can hurt you here." Soap whispered Carefully, he had seen the panic wash back over him.

How the blonds shoulders had tensed more and the fingers clenched into his shorts.

Simon was wearing black pajama pants, a black tshirt and a mask. Not a balanclava, but a normal face mask also in black.

Usually he felt safe enough to put it off in his own home, especially infront of Johnny who had never judged him once for his scars and issues with his own face.

But now... Graves had done to much, he didn't feel safe without the small cover over his nose and mouth.

"The tea is still a bit hot, so be careful." The silence wad something Johnny tried to avoid.

That's why the TV was always running in the background, to keep the silence away. To make sure Simon had always something to concentrate on.

And won't fall into his own memories and nightmares. Nobody really knew what exactly had happened, Alejandro had told them all he knew.

About the water boarding, wiping, starvation. The russian roulette that had been played with his limbs. How Graves had faked Soaps death and made Simon not only believe he was dead, but also force feeded him fake Soaps flesh...

And also, the sexual assault. Alejandro didn't want to say it at first, out of respect. But he knew it was important for Simons recovery.

Still he had felt like the biggest ass when he told them to check Simon for possible STDs, since it was likely he might have them.

Soap had almost thrown up after he had heated those words, the Sergeant had turned around, gagged and smashed his hand against the wall.

Alejandro had apologized, said that he was sorry for not being able to save him from that hell. But Johnny never blamed him.