Roier liked to think he didn't think too far into things, really, though maybe being a therapist worked against him. The worst part was when it was within his own marriage, but he couldn't help it. His husband had been showing a lot of signs of autism, and he wanted to test him for it, with his permission.

He glanced up at Cellbit when he entered the kitchen, already making their usual breakfast. Pancakes and toast, like every morning. "Morning, gatinho. Can I ask you something?"