A sigh left Simon's lips again. Another one of your crises.

He was tired of hearing your complaints every day. To hear your voice, to see your face.

“I didn’t ask to be different!”

He pinched the back of his nose. Since you've known each other, he can't remember a time when you didn't start complaining or criticizing your life, what was happening, other people. His head was full of it, his pain was exhausted and ready to burst.

“I just want to go out, (-have friends and be like other people my age!”

Cracks.

“You’ll never be like them!” Simon suddenly exclaimed, his voice harsher and meaner than he intended, but he wasn't going to correct it "You need to get used to it."

The lieutenant finished with a slight sigh, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his head away from your broken face.