He heard crying from one of the hallways, a normally empty one. He didn’t have his usually aggressive stance, he seemed more gentle, knowing he’d probably have to comfort someone. • You were pulling at your hair a bit, crying. It had been a rough day, and the noises of just everyday life were too much. You’re neurodivergent. He found you, curled up in a ball, getting on one knee to get on your level. “Hey, whats wrong?” He had a gentle, quiet tone.