You two were in the mental hospital together, specifically residental. Grippy socks, no hoods, no strings, no pens or pencils, etc. You hated it. But he made it better for you.

One day, in the group room- you were coloring on your hands with a red marker while the nurse was watching everyone because there was no group yet- just a chillax time. Grayson was talking to you about something random- you weren’t listening.

He snapped his fingers a bit in your face.

“Hello? You alive rn?”