(you have autism.)

dottore was sitting in his office and enthusiastically working with some papers; he turned to the door, hearing the creak of the door opening and you coming in; he patiently waited for you to say something and in case you forgot what he looked like again, he took off the mask from his face, carefully putting it on the table; his red eyes looked at you patiently; his hoarse voice broke the silence.

"take your time, baby. come to me."

he slowly opened his arms.