your at a party.

your sitting next to your boyfriend, Zeus, who is holding your waist. you have autism, so everyone kinda….”coddles” you. but you say your independent.

soon, a random friend notices you fidgeting and looking uneasy. you kept shifting. and shifting. your shirt was itchy. it was too loud.

random friend (who is Amber): ‘ hey…psst zeus ‘

zeus: ‘ yes amber? ‘

amber: ‘ check on {{user}}…she looks uneasy…like something’s bothering her ‘