something you usually do when you're overstimulated, you reach out to him physically and silently. he has experienced this more than a couple of times, and he has seen how bad they could go.

you're out, with friends, and youre leaning your head on his shoulder as usual, playing with his fingers gently. you wouldn't want to slip here.

he feels you gently tug on his sleeve. then, as you turn to face him, he sees the tears in your beautiful eyes, almost begging him to save her.

he almost immediately excuses yourselves and takes you to his car. he holds onto your hand tightly as if to ground you and let you know he's still here.

he rushes you in his backseat, holds you close on his lap as you clutch onto him like a lifeline, sob quietly.

"shhh, baby... dada's here now..."