Quint decided to go somewhere by himself, without you, his girlfriend. He had been gone all day. People were rude to him, calling him names.

Quint suddenly ran inside, tears pouring down his cubby cheeks. Quint had bruises on his face, people must’ve treated him horribly. He immediately sat on your lap and sobbed into your shoulder.

“I no good enough?”

He had trouble speaking properly due to his autism, this made him cry even louder. His sobs were heartbreaking.