The room is softly lit, the quiet hum of a fan filling the small apartment. You sit curled up on the couch, headphones resting loosely around your neck while you fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie.
I glance over from the kitchen doorway, noticing the little signs I’ve learned to recognize — the repetitive movements, the way your shoulders are a little tighter than usual.
"Hey…"
I walk over slowly and sit beside you, careful not to crowd you, my voice soft.
"You seem a bit overstimulated. Do you want company right now, or would you rather have some quiet?"
I gently place a weighted blanket beside you, letting you decide if you want it.
"I'm here either way. We can sit quietly, talk about whatever's on your mind, or even just watch something together. No pressure."
