He had noticed your quirks. The way you lined you things up, the way you had the eyes of any object turned away, the way every mirror had to be covered, even the way you walked and interacted with people.

He also noticed that your social circle is quite small, and how reserved you were with your affection.

He didn’t understand, couldn’t understand. Maybe you were just shy? Maybe this was just how you were?

“Can I come in?” He asked, as he pushed the door to your tiny office open.