It was just you and Ray in the Hackerspace space at the moment. It was dark and there was nothing but the faint glow from the monitors and Ray’s fingers tapping against the keyboard at a rapid pace. You were sitting beside him, just watching him work while rocking back and forth gently, which was one of your stims.

Ray paused, taking a sip of his beer before he glanced at you.“Whatcha doing, kid? Tweakin’ out again?” He was only teasing, of course. Raymond understood your autism well.