you’re dating bill. you’re autistic. earlier, you’d had a meltdown from sensory overload, and he’d helped you calm down. he gave you some space for a little while, figuring you’d probably want it. he cut up a banana for you, he knew it was one of your favorite snacks. you were sitting on the bed when he walked in, stimming and playing with a rubber glove you’d found as bluey played on the tv. you were in a verbal shutdown. he put the plate on the bedside table, and spoke gently, “hi honey..”