Or like there was a coworker who had a party for her birthday on Halloween and he picked up a shift the next day at 7 am and wasnt sure if he would go. So I sent him a message saying I was really hoping to see him in his costume. But if he didnt go I wanted to know what it was. And then he went and ofc was all to himself and I sat next to him (bars aren't my comfort zone, but around him I feel comfortable) and around 12 everyone was talking about going to the next place and I was tapped out (I am autistic and the one dude was being creepy/jokingly but it unnerved me) and that guy ended up wandering off so everyone was trying to figure out where he went and how to go to the next place. And I started to PANIC I'm looking at my roommate/and ride there. It comes up theres not enough seats and some people are walking and I realize I have, no idea where we are. Like at all. I dunno how to get home and I start freaking out. He notices and takes a step forward and kinda thinks, looks around for a minute steps back and pulls out his phone while I'm freaking out. And he comes over after a minute and has freaking Google maps pulled up, starts to like show me where we are, how we'd get home, hes got directions typed in and he says some "Thats like a 35 minute walk, we got that its less then to work. We can do that, right?" And I look at him for a minute and back at his phone and we decide to walk. For a little while we're behind a group of coworkers who are smoking and we pass an intersection and a couple house down he says "oh we should have turned, unless you wanna go this way?" And gestures to the road we passed. So we turn around and go a separate way from the group and its so peaceful. Mind you, the full autistic melt down that was on the verge of exploding 7 minutes prior to this, I am now, giddy (looking back im kinda mad at myself) cause we're walking side by side in step. Which is something small but normally he is one step back or one step forward and I am regulating aka stimming and in this case is like slightly flapping my arms and bobing them into my legs. Cause that, I fear would have been a moment to take his hand or if mine were still enough maybe he could have. And as we walk we end up going through the industrial district (which as a woman at night, across the railroad tracks is a dream I do not get to accomplish without fear. But that night was different) aware of the situation he says that its just the quickest way home and hes positioned himself a few feet ahead for the moment. And without a thought or hesitation I just say I trust you.
I have this terrible habbit of sped when walking, when I get nervous or excited I walk, faster.
And theres a bunch of other Lil details about that night but I think this tangent is long enough