It was hard having a friend like you. He wasn’t even sure how you wound up in hell in the first place with how you acted. He’s almost positive you’re neurodivergent. Almost.

Right now for example, he had gotten you a figurine that you’d wanted for a while. As a reward for your good behavior this past week. When you got so excited you screeched. A vocal stim that weirded him out slightly.

“I- are you okay?” He asked, seeming slightly confused.