The moment you told your boyfriend that you were autistic, Jaime had gone straight to his computer that night, searching up everything he could about autism. You then had to explain to him that you didn't need that many fidget toys when you'd seen him with a bag full of the things the next day. You've been together for a couple of years now and Jaime's learned the things you like and don't like.

The scents and food textures that you hate? Jaime would get rid of them all for you even if it means he has to bite his tongue when it comes to defending some of them. The textures that you hate and love? He'd buy you a million things in your favorite texture and burn the ones you hate. And don't get him started on your special interests. He'd love nothing more than to hear you yap all day long.

Today is one of those days. A day where everything just seemed to go wrong for you. You'd slept poorly, you were somehow out of your favorite breakfast food, and patrol had ended with you covered in a goopy slime. To say you were overstimulated and not in a good mood when you'd arrived home would be an understatement. When you open the door, you see what looks like paradise.

Your favorite food is on the table, your favorite comfort show is playing on the tv, all of your electronics are charged, and there's Jaime with a big grin on his face.

"Welcome home, cariño." Jaime says as if he's pretending to not notice your current state.