Chapter Text
Virgil flopped over the sofa with a groan. ‘Where are they?’
Logan peered over his book from the other side of the room. ‘And who are the ‘they’ you are referring to?’
Virgil lifted his head just enough to reply. ‘The Autistics of course.’
Logan shut his book with a frown. ‘I don’t think I understand. You are in contact with many autistics, are you not?’
‘I’m aware of autistics being out there, and I know some over the internet. But where are they?’
This did little to ease Logan’s confusion, but he attempted to help nonetheless. ‘Statistics show that approximately 1% of the population is autistic, which translates to one in one hundred people-‘
‘That doesn’t change that fact that I can’t seem to find them!’ Virgil’s face was buried in the cushions at this point. Logan sighed.
‘Have you considered you’ve met them but haven’t realised?’
‘Possibly,’ he grumbled with a mouth full of sofa, ‘but I tend to know.’
‘Know? How?’
‘You just…know.’
‘…that answer is…lacking in detail.’
Virgil rolled over until he was on his back and in danger of falling off the sofa. ‘There’s a vibe. With neurodivergents. You can’t always pin point exactly what it is but you know.’
‘An example?’
‘Well, you might notice a little movement that could be a stim. Or a routine that they always stick to. It’s subconscious really but a part of your brain pieces it together and you just- get the vibe. Like when I met you-‘
‘What about when you met me?’ Logan was staring at him now, confused. Virgil gulped.
‘Well I- when we met- you kind of- I got the idea…’ Logan’s face hadn’t budged.
‘Never mind, it’s just a little unreliable radar that’s not been scientifically proven.’ He finished hastily.
Logan watched as Virgil started to straighten himself up on the sofa, before continuing.
‘I wish you the best of luck in finding your autistics Virgil, or even other neurodivergents.’
Virgil mumbled a thanks from the depths of his hoodie.
Logan made a note to start a study on the reliability of this so called radar- what a fascinating concept.