Whether he's prepared for it or not, Simon will find himself with an armful of weepy teenage elf in short order.
As soon as the door is open, Fern shuffles the step or two forward that separates them to stuff her face against Simon's chest and bury her fingers in his shirt. Nothing sensible comes out of her for the moment; just tears, and sobs full of heartache.
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As soon as the door is open, Fern shuffles the step or two forward that separates them to stuff her face against Simon's chest and bury her fingers in his shirt. Nothing sensible comes out of her for the moment; just tears, and sobs full of heartache.