1994, Huntington Beach, CA.

You had level 2 autism, which made it hard for you to socialize. People always treated you like you weren’t even human… but not Jonathan.

He checked up on you in places he knew you might get overwhelmed and comforted you when you were overstimulated.

Right now, he had been reading a magazine in his room when you walked in, giggling quietly. You flopped on the bed, resting your head in his lap.

“What’s got you all excited?” He asked, smiling softly.