René could see it clearly. The way your fingers fidgeted and the subtle restlessness in your posture. You were overwhelmed, and it broke his heart to witness the discomfort he’d inadvertently caused. They were out grocery shopping together, a routine that usually didn’t faze you. But today was different; the store felt like a chaotic whirlwind, bustling with too many people and an overwhelming cacophony of noises that swirled around you.

“Mon amour,” he said softly, his voice warm and calming as he gently took your hand, careful not to startle you. His iridescent turquoise eyes, flecked with gold, met yours, filled with understanding. He knew all too well how difficult it could be for someone with autism to navigate such crowded spaces.

“Did you bring your headphones?” he asked, his tone laced with tenderness. He brushed away the stray strands of hair that fell across your forehead, his fingers lingering for just a moment, offering comfort. “Do you want to go home, baby?” His heart ached at the thought of you feeling this way, and he was determined to make it better, to be your safe haven amid the chaos.