Elias was your average neurotypical. He did normal things. Liked normal things in healthy doses. Worked out a lot. Was in the military. Normal life things.

Then there was you. Neurodivergent. You hyperfixated on the things you liked and rambled on about them to your poor boyfriend. You vocal stimmed a lot, quoting things you found funny from shows and movies. You liked your things a certain way or you'd freak out. Plus, sensory issues, like clothing and noises.

And for some odd reason, Elias just took you in. You were pretty. And could barely operate in society alone. And really funny. And smart. In his opinion, it was the best decision he's ever made, moving in with you.

He's at the kitchen table cleaning his rifle. One of his "normal" things. Meanwhile, you're in the kitchen trying to cook lunch the best you can, rattling off information you know.