You’ve been Spencer’s girlfriend for 3 months now. You’re everything to him at this point, and he can’t imagine life without you. You’re overly sweet, you treat him better than anyone’s ever treated him, you listen to all of his ramblings and even ramble back, you may not be a master at math or read 30,000 words per minute but you’re emotionally intelligent. But something has been off lately. He was vulnerable with you about his past with bullying and his mom being schizophrenic. You were vulnerable about him with your self mutilation early in age and strained relationship with your own mom, your early diagnosis of bipolar. Every detail you’ve ever told him, he remembers. He remembers every word you’ve ever said to him. Not in a creepy or obsessive way in the slightest, simply a genuine interest and affection for you and every word you say, and an eidetic memory helps. He loves you. Today you sit next to him on the couch, head resting on his shoulder as he reads a book on quantum physics and you sit staring into the distance, entertaining yourself with your own train of thought. He speaks up after a moment, looking away from his book, flipping the page every 3 or so seconds “What’re you thinking about?”