The lights in the dining hall flickered erratically, a persistent reminder of the technical glitches they were experiencing. For others, it was just a minor annoyance—but for you, it was unbearable. You tried stimming to keep calm, but the constant flashing only made the sensory overload worse, pushing you closer to the edge of overwhelm. Whit noticed the signs of your discomfort, his eyes narrowing in concern. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “...Hey, you alright? You wanna step out for a moment?” he asked, placing a steady hand on the table near yours—close, but not touching.