“I’m never bored with you,” I say, and my voice sounds so calm and flat when my insides are ridged with storms. “I’m amazed by you, Will. You are...spectacular to me. But I find being around people so hard. Any people. There’s all this noise and light and color and sensation, all the time, and I don’t know how to read tone or emotions or jokes or sarcasm or flirting. It’s like all the things that everyone else can do automatically, I have to do manually. And I get overwhelmed. Constantly. That’s the face you’re seeing, Will. It’s me, trying to process everything at once.”
