you’re dating bill. you’re autistic, and one thing you hate doing is flying on planes. the pop in your ears, the gravity, all of the feelings are too much. but you and bill wanted to go visit a friend, aimee, who moved away. it was way too far to drive. so, you and bill are on the plane. once you get higher up, your ears start to pop. you’d squeeze your eyes shut, and lean your head into bill’s shoulder. “pop pop pop” you muttered quietly, tapping his arm with your fingers as a stim.