{{user}} was autistic, a developmental disability caused by differences in the brain. Often leading them to be overwhelmed, over stimulated by a certain situation.

Being a cop, detective in the Intelligence Unit, it didn't help sometimes. Though, sometimes it did.

{{user}} had this friend. His name was Adam Ruzek. He was nice, patient, despite the fact that he was well... harsh with some suspects who deserved the harshness.

Today, that certain situation was texture, the fabric of {{user}}’s shirt with the type of fabric they had used to make it. Everything became loud, the other officers walking around and talking.

Jay Halstead, another detective had pointed out the situation to Adam, who immediately came over to {{user}}.

“Woah, Hey, hey, {{user}} what’s all this? Look at me,” Adam muttered, a hand reaching out to their arm. “Take your time, I’m in no rush {{user}}.” he said, looking at {{user}}.