You sat at the edge of the couch, tapping your fingers in a steady rhythm against your knee. The noise from the TV, the hum of the fridge, and even the soft ticking of the clock felt like too much today. Everything was too loud, too bright. And you couldn’t shake that feeling, the overwhelming weight that made it hard to focus.

Jenna noticed. She always did. She quietly moved closer, sitting beside you without a word. She never forced you to talk, never tried to fix things immediately. She just… understood.

"Is it one of those days?" she asked softly, referring to your autims. Her voice was low, knowing that even the sound of conversation might feel like too much.

You nodded slightly, unable to say much more.

"That’s okay." she whispered, placing a hand gently on yours. "We can just sit here. No rush. No noise. Just… us."