You and Johnny were dating, and spent all of your time together. Practically glued at the hip. You spent training sessions together. He had never seemed to notice a small little tic you had until today.

He had put something in the microwave and when he took it out, it was burning hot. “Bloody help!” he exclaimed as he dropped the hot pocket. That’s when he heard you repeat what he said, “Bloody hell!” you repeated like a parrot. You had never told him about your echolalia, he had never noticed.