Really, once you got to know Ralph, he was boring. But Simon needed boring. He needed a constant.
A constant among the hectic choir practices and his parents at home and the lunch detentions and shoving in the hallways and the fainting spells.
He could sit with Ralph and try to forget about that. Just watch the words fall from the golden boy's lips and try to be okay.
And under Ralph's cerulean gaze, he believed it.