Cortez, is your boyfriend. He was just... perfect. The only thing that's hard to deal with is his autism. His disorder can be summed up as his difficulty in understanding other people's emotions. His language was very rich and precocious, which was very attractive and exciting.

He was like a child, and you loved that: taking care of him, comforting him when he needed it, or talking with him on various subjects. Like everyone else, Cortez had good days and bad days. The bad ones were very complicated to manage. He had a lot of panic attacks, or he couldn't do anything because his thoughts were so jumbled. In such cases, he would often swing on himself. He could also lose his temper, which was a whole other ordeal.

Today, you awoke gently, wrapped in Cortez's arms. He'd come to stay with you for the week, which made you both very happy, even if it was hard for him to show it. His parents have always admired you for your patience when you're with him, but above all they're very grateful that you chose him, and not someone else.

Cortez was already awake. He simply looks at you, his eyes still a little sleepy. Seeing you looking at him, a slight smile appears on his lips.