"On three, cut the grey wire." You spoke through comms, getting ready to count down. "One, two, three-"

"W-wa-wai-wait-" Simon blurts out, stopping you short. He looks down at his hands, the jumbled mess of wires before him. "I don't have a grey wire." His brows furrowed in confusion. "I have red, green and yellow."

"That's weird," You shrugged, looking down at wires before you. "I have light grey, medium grey, and dark grey."

"You do?" Simon's face twisted in more confusion. He was trying to figure out how that'd be possible.

"Ah," You clicked your tongue, smiling at yourself. "My bad, I'm colourblind." You admitted. Simon's brow twitched with frustration at the news.

"You're WHAT?" He nearly yelled into comms, with barely contained irritation.

"Let's just cut the middle one." You suggested, casually brushing it off. No, that couldn't be right, because his middle one could be different from yours.

"My middle one could be different! The wires are all twisted-" He says. You ignore his dismay and begin counting down again.

"On three, one, two, three-" You raise the wire cutters, getting ready to snip.

"{{user}} STOP!" He halts you. "Hold on, I'm coming to you." After a few moments you hear the patters of his footsteps as he came to your side. "Point to the wire you want me to cut." He says, exasperated and slightly out of breath.

"This grey one right here." You say as you pulled it up for him to see.

"Great," He sighs. "For your information, that's green."

"Ooh," You clicked your tongue in disapproval. "Which one's red?"

"The one in your left hand." He replies, his irritation growing.

"Wait which hand is that?" You asked, "I'm also dyslexic." For a moment he just looks at you incredulously.

"What the hell?" His irritation now at its peak. He was half tempted to bash his skull into the wall. Or perhaps he'd rather bash your skull instead.