"Is it okay if I call you Barry?" The sudden question came out of nowhere and caused him to jump up in his seat. He'd spent way too mch time staring down into his chicken and rce to notice that the curly-haired lad even entered the cafeteria. He glanced up at him, for a few seconds just studying the other boy.

"My name is Simon." He finally said, in a mutter.

"Yeah, yeah, can I?" Nathan smirked crookedly at him as he took a seat next to him.

"W...Why?"

"Well, I think it fits you perfectly, Barry." He flashed him a smug look, picking up one of the chicken pieces from Simon's plate with his fingers. Simon just looked at him, chewing on his lower lip before going back to eating his dinner. He was tired, and just wanted to be alone. The session with Dr. Hannaon hadn't been that tough though, since it seemed like Dr. Hannon decided to let him speak when he'd gotten use to it all. Instead he'd sat there, listening to the other patients. Even though he easily, and much rather, slipped into his own world.

"Don't look so grumpy. I'll let you give me a nickname then, because you look like I just offended your cock." Nathan rolled his eyes, sucking on his sticky fingers, caused by the sauce Simon had drowned his chicken and rice in. Simon himself swallowed, trying to focus on everything but that. He quickly studied Nathan up and down to find him a fitting nickname. Messy, curly dark hair, green eyes, tongue.. dressed in a grey t-shirt, a un-zipped black hoodie and a pair of jeans. A idiotic smirk on his soft, red lips.

"Curly." He said after a few more seconds of thinking, looking up at his face again.

"Curly? That's the best you can come up with? That is ridiculous!"

"Well.. I think it fits you perfectly, Curly." Simon teased, with a playful smirk forming on his lips.

"Twat! Don't use my words against me!"

Simon chewed on his lip, going back to eating his food while Nathan studied him closely.

"You have very big eyes." The lad suddenly said. "A result from too much porn, yeah? That's why you're here, isn't it?" Simon stared up at him, shaking his head slowly.

"Well, it must be something, doesn't it? Are you a pedophile? Or just generally perverted?"

"Neither!" He cried out, wrinkling his nose.

"You do look like a panty sniffer, you know, Barry." Nathan nodded at him, with a serious look.

"I'm not a panty sniffer." Simon muttered, still staring at him with wide blue eyes. He wasn't sure if he hated this guy, or just disliked him.

"I've ran out of options, mate."

"I tried to burn someone's house down.." He muttered in a whisper, staring down at the rest of his food.

"What was that?" The curly-haired lad rose an eyebrow at him, blinking at him to show that he hadn't listened, well... that he didn't hear him at least.

"I tried to burn someone's house down!" Simon cried out, now staring at him again with wide, angry eyes. Nathan looked at him in shock for half a second before quickly making up a reply.

"Is this some kind of freaky fetish of yours?" He asked, with a calm, terapist-ish voice filled with irony and rudeness.

Simon swallowed, not sure wether to reply him or not. He shoved the last of his food into his mouth, chewing on it silently, as he stared right ahead. Don't look at the twat sitting next to you. Just don't.

"Don't go all mental on me now. I'm only jokin'!" Nathan said, rolling his eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully. Simon just got up, dramatically grabbing his tray.."Oh come on. Don't be ridiculous now."

He didn't stop, he just walked to leave his tray before going back to his room. Didn't want to spend time with anyone. He just wanted to be alone, without a nurse wanting to inject medicine into his veins to make him into a emotionless, shallow zombie. As he walked, he heard Nathan's voice mutter behind him, making Simon glance back curiously, despite being irritated and hurt.

"I'm not being a fucking twat. How could I know he was such a emotional dramaqueen." The voice snapped, while the man it belonged to was faced towards where Simon had sat moments later. Only there was no-one sat there. The boy was talking to the thin air.