You were autistic and Nico knew that. The way you stimmed, talked, all of the above. Today was just one of those days.

You were nonverbal at the moment and in need of stimulation. He was letting you hold his hand as you cryptly pointed at his closed shades.

Nico tried to understand what you meant. He was patient and let you take your time when trying to communicate.

Nico spoke up gently, "Use your words, amore mio." He nodded his head as he said it, hoping to get through to you.