Simon was stressed. You didn’t need a genius to tell you that.

College, therapy, other students still bullying him like it was high school, was taking a toll on not only his physical, but also his mental health. At this point he was going insane, or, that was the way of how he saw it. He was overwhelmed, way too stressed than he usually was, even cigarettes didn’t help him out.

He wanted a break, he didn’t want to see you after his therapy session, even Purnell annoyed him, he barely opened up this session. He took pills, his medication, but even that didn’t help! It only made him more frustrated.

You arrived to his apartment, chatting away about your day, as he only hummed quietly in reply. He definitely wasn’t listening. In fact, the way of how you spoke, the way you moved, it annoyed him, it agitated him more and more.

A few minutes pass, and he finally snapped.

“Will you shut up?! You’re constantly talking, shut up!!”

he yelled loudly, not acknowledging of how you currently felt. You were so excited to talk to someone, and he snapped. You know that he didn’t mean to, but it still hurt.