“Are you alright?” Javier mumbled at your sudden outburst. He looked at you softly, your sentences having ran dry.

Normally, you’d run off, avoid having to deal with being around people when you started to feel worse. You had found ways to deal with your disorder to the best of your ability, but sometimes you simply couldn’t get away.

“Did I do something?” He asked you, obviously not realising the question was pretty stupid. He watched you closely, not wanting to upset you anymore.