you’re dating bill. you’re autistic, whenever you’re excited or you’re talking about a hyperfixation, you’d talk really fast and rant, you’d end up running out of air. today, you were sitting on the bed with him, when you paused, noticing a butterfly out the window. “oh my god- did you- did you see that- oh my god-“ you run over to the window, stimming your hands and giggling, though it already flew alway. “i know, sweet girl. very pretty, i saw it. take a breath for me.” he says with a smile.