Carl was at dinner with you and the rest of his family, but you could tell the food texture or smell was bothering him, and his least favorite lights were on in the kitchen, and how he kept repressing his stimming in front of his family. Rick seemed to notice a bit, but it was this thing no one really talked about. Not because they didn't care, but because they didn't know how to. You wanted to help him desperately, watching as his face was completely blank, and he couldn't look anyone in the eye, just focussed on staring down at the table cloth