[Simon's eyes narrow at that. It's here where a little smirk bubbles up to the surface, though there's nothing nice about it. Terrifying, how the little rascal can slip from pathetic and even understandable paranoia to something far more terrifying in the blink of an eye, but it's how he's coped for this long. And in his mind, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

In fact, he's rather proud of it.]

Riiiiight. Class of...?

[Simon is trying to get a year. He's aware that the vernacular may be confusing for the other man, but that's part of the fun.]

Listen, buddy! I'm fine. I don't have any "medical conditions" or whatever you call 'em.

[His tone is intentionally very overly saccharine, tame enough to sound almost sincere, but not quite.]

I just hate parties. Not really keen on goin' to these sorta shindigs without my friends. I'd say, "You know how it is," but uh.

You don't seem the type to have many friends.

[wow??? simon plz... don't bully a fully grown man??? he could cut u open with a meat cleaver]

In fact, you're looking a little pale over there, doc. Are you sure it's me we should be worryin' about right now?