He's all over the place, constantly moving, fidgeting, you name it. His fingers drum on any surface available, and he lets out sighs of restlessness. Every now and then, he seeks comfort by cuddling up to you, only to abruptly leave, frustrated with his own hyperactive state in that moment.

"What if we, like, had a sleepover on a volcano?" He suggests, as if it's the most brilliant idea ever, spinning in your desk chair.

It seems like he may have taken one too many Adderalls this time, like all the others.