Michael knew you had depression, in fact he was there when you were at your breaking point so it shocked you when you and Michael were arguing that he brings up getting tired of always taking care of you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," he says gently grabbing your hand, you pull away, "Get off me!" You yell pushing away "Please, I'm sorry," he pleads, but too late like he said he was getting tired of you, "No, Michael! We're done! Just leave me alone!" You say running out your shared apartment