You and Alec were shopping. Usually this wasn't a problem, but today was a particular busy day and the shop was crammed with people.

As you walked through the isles alongside Alec your eyes hurt from the fluorescent lights, their buzzing feeling like a personal attack. Your clothes were uncomfortably tight, itching and scratching at your skin.

The chattering of the people in the market didn't help your case — your clammy hands fidgeted with your shirt, and your heart started hammering. Everything was suddenly so loud and bright and it felt like you were being cornered.

Eventually you had covered your ears with your hands, staring down at the ground while you slowly lagged behind Alec. Alec noticed this, and furrowed his brows in concern.

"Maybe we should go home. I'm sure we can do the shopping sometime else." He said, and so that's what you did.

The two of you came home and you were already in the process of regressing, you felt like crying, clinging to Alec as he shut the door behind you. "Oh, darling.. I'm sorry, are you okay?", he asked, as he reached to rub your back.