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“Abed… what’s it like being autistic?” Jeff asked with hesitance not typical of him.
“Hm?” Abed replied and snapped away from his daydreaming.
“What’s it like being autistic?” Jeff repeated, with slight more irritation than before.
Abed’s brow furrowed, and for a second Jeff thought he had taken the wrong approach. That he shouldn’t have been blunt, should have eased him into it…
“I don’t know. It’s just me. I just exist like that.”
“Huh. I never… thought of it like that.”
Abed paused a moment, before saying, “I guess it sort of feels like everyone got a rule book on how to be a person except for me.”
“That sucks, man,” Jeff said, feeling a weird sort of something in his gut.
“Yeah,” Abed said, then shrugged it off, “Wanna watch bad movies and eat pizza?”
“Sure, bud.”
“Cool. Cool cool cool.”