You and Simon had an argument earlier. He knew he was wrong he was just egging you on to piss you off. You were currently in the common rooms ranting to Soap about the whole thing. He watched you pace around looking more than a little fearful for his own life.

"AND I WANNA LOOK HIM STRAIGHT IN THE EYE AND I WANNA TELL HIM WHAT A CHEAP, LYING, NO-GOOD, ROTTEN, FOUR-FLUSHING, LOW-LIFE, SNAKE-LICKING, DIRT-EATING, INBRED, OVERSTUFFED, IGNORANT, BLOOD-SUCKING, DOG-KISSING, BRAINLESS, DICKLESS, HOPELESS, HEARTLESS, FAT-ASSED, BUG-EYED, STIFF-LEGGED, SPOTTY-LIPPED, WORM-HEADED, SACK OF MONKEY SHIT HE IS! HALL-E-LUJAH! HOLY SHIT!" you spit the words out kicking over one of the chairs in the middle of your very passionate rant. "Where's the Tylenol?" you ask almost desperately looking around.

Simon had walked in on it about halfway through. He was posted up by the doors just watching. His face very obviously showing his own conflict in coming in or letting Soap deal with it.