This? This was sweet and fragile Casper, the one Olivia had spoken so fondly of? She seemed to be right about one thing though: Tantrums as a defense mechanism.
"She's proud of you and proud you're her brother. There's nothing wrong with that. And you weren't taking care of this at home," Pierce stated, already caught up to Simon. "You need stitches and you're not sewing them up yourself like the fucking Joker."
Telling the nurse that he punched a mirror? Pierce raised a brow at that. "Alright, go ahead." If the kid wanted to get strange looks and be recommended for anger management classes, that was his choice. But first Pierce went up to the desk to get the paperwork started while Simon was taken back to have his battle wounds treated. The mirror: 1. Simon: 0.