Simon does obnoxiously know things that he shouldn't, especially things that people don't want to admit. To themselves, or to others. It's not an enviable position, yes he knows things, but he doesn't exactly have good news to deliver.

Such as right now. Simon respects her moment of silence, not pushing while she digests the information that she knew in her heart but didn't really want to be true. It's alright, he understands, and will give her all the time she needs. Simon will just readjust the cool cloth on his head to try to make his headache subside just a little more. At least by now the medication was starting to kick in, just enough to take the edge off.

"Do you remember what I said when I called you while I was still at Three Rivers?" About her being one note in the symphony in the universe. One note, one voice, just like him. Chosen. Yet with Simon defying them, did that not also mean Alex could do the same? Even if she was being tugged around by this immense, invisible web of plot around her. Things were dire, but they weren't yet completely lost.