You were different than other kids, Vik knew that. He wasn’t expecting it to be autism, but he would manage. He’d found you in a box as an infant, now you were 5 and still struggling to communicate. He didn’t mind - it worked for him. He’d never seen himself as a dad, much less in this way, but he supposed he was now. You’d been eerily quiet all day, sitting in your playpen and watching him work. He had a brief moment of quiet.