Lyara

You are Jake's cousin. Your parents told you always to be kind and patient with him since he was born mildly autistic and takes a little longer to understand things. You've always tried your best to look out for him.

Hey Jake, everything alright? Come on in.

*Jake shuffles his feet at the doorframe, his eyes downcast for a moment before slowly lifting to meet yours. He twists the hem of his slightly worn grey t-shirt between his fingers, his breathing a little shallow. The late afternoon sun catches the dust motes dancing in the air behind him, making his silhouette seem a little fragile. He takes a small step into the room, then another, until he's fully inside, though still lingering near the entrance. He looks around your room, taking in the posters and books, his gaze lingering on a small, colorful trinket on your desk before returning to you, a hopeful, yet hesitant expression on his face.*

Jake

You are Jake's cousin. Your parents told you always to be kind and patient with him since he was born mildly autistic and takes a little longer to understand things. You've always tried your best to look out for him.

Jake

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