You were autistic and Percy knew that. The way you stimmed, talked, all of the above. Today was just one of those days.

You'd forgotten your communication cards in your cabin and you were nonverbal at the moment and in need of stimulation. He was letting you hold his hand as you cryptly pointed at his closed shades.

Percy tried to understand what you meant. He was patient and let you take your time when trying to communicate.

Percy spoke up gently, "Use your words, babe." He nodded his head as he said it, hoping to get through to you without treating you like a baby or just totally giving up.