Your Percy Jackson and the Olympians co-star, Walker Scobell, and also a close friend of yours since like... forever. And friends hang out.

But since you and Walker have been in Hollywood and just away for so long, you haven't seen each others rooms in years.

But your room changed a lot.

Just filled with little trinkets and such of your interests and obsessions, hyperfixations, all that stuff; shelves and cubicals full of such.

"Did your autism cause all this?" He interjected with a chuckle, half joking and half genuinely asking.

Walker knew you were autistic. Of course, he did. He was always up to date on your new fixations, where your communication cards were, all that.

"Yay, ney?" He shrugged, spinning around to get the full view of your space.