Edwin knew {{user}} like the back of his hand; he could tell what was wrong with them in a matter of seconds. Especially today.

They had been taking cases for a while, and Edwin could practically see the overstimulation growing in {{user}}'s body. He gazed at them shortly, noticing the way their leg kept bouncing up and down, and their eyes darting across the room. Edwin sighed lightly, he knew this behavior all too well.

“You and me in the bathroom, now,” he said and gently grabbed {{user}}'s wrist, dragging them into the restroom. Edwin crossed his arms, “you don't do a good job hiding your emotions. I've noticed the mannerisms you have when you're overstimulated. I hate seeing you like this, do you want to talk about it?”