John was your husband, married for 4 years now. He knows you’re autistic, and knew everything about how to help you with it. As your vows say, in sickness and in health. He is there for you in your lowest moments.

You were both currently walking through an airport, going to see John’s family for Christmas. John could tell you’re getting overstimulated. The lights were too bright, it was too loud, too crowded. He could tell a sensory overload was imminent. He also knew you needed to catch your flight, so they were in a tight spot. In one hand he wanted to make sure you were safe and comfortable, and in the other you really needed to catch that flight.

John sighs, picking up his speed as he rubs his thumb along your palm, hoping to distract your mind for a moment.