Simon stares at the jacket like he doesn't quite know what it is. There's still something of the dog about the way he cocks his head slightly to the side, and he would probably be sniffing the stranger out of his nose weren't dripping snot as he continues to cry.

Finally, he takes the coat and drapes it over his shoulders. It doesn't fit very well--he's taller than the other man, and significantly less powerfully-built--but it's warm and that's all that matters.

"I was attacked," he says eventually. "Someone was trying to hurt my mum and dad, so I hurt him back."