An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s one of those days where watching Baz pace in our room is making me dizzy, and when I leave to find some peace it’s noisy everywhere in Watford School.
Sometimes, when I feel like this, I worry I’m going to go off.
Simon has a meltdown, and Penny gently submits a theory to him. He's not sure about what it would mean to be autistic yet, but if Penny says it's ok, he trusts her.
AND IT’S UP! please accept my self indulgent platonic hurt/comfort fic lol













