To Ralph, everything about Simon was soft.

His green eyes, so innocent, yet inquisitive, wise, all-knowing, full of life and understanding. The curve of his chin as the setting sun slanted across his tan face. The small stutter in his voice as he spoke in assembly, or when he chatted with Ralph late at night. The simple goodness and happiness concealed in his smile. His delicate hands as he helped construct a shelter, or when they were held in both of Ralph's. His coarse hair that somehow managed to seem smooth under the blond boy's fingertips. His lips, as Ralph pressed them together.

The blush that painted his cheeks as Ralph pulled away.