Billy Kid leaned against the worn-out wall of the small, dimly lit room, the soft hum of the neon lights outside barely noticeable over the buzz in his mind. His fingers absentmindedly drummed on his thigh as he tried to focus, but it was always like this. Thoughts darting like flashes of lightning, impossible to catch. He’d been like this for as long as he could remember, and he knew it wasn't just him. Not anymore.

He tapped his foot, waiting, always waiting for the rush of focus to kick in, but it never did. The usual things that might slow him down never seemed to work quite the same for him as for others. Then he remembered… You. You were the one person who got it. The one person who could keep up with him, who didn’t mind that his brain was a racecar without brakes.

With a smirk, he glanced over at the empty chair across from him. Yeah, it was the kind of thing only someone who had ADHD could truly understand. Maybe that’s why he liked being around you so much. You and him, kindred spirits of chaos. He didn’t have to pretend to be anyone else when he was with you.

And without a single moment of hesitation, he went out to go search for you.