#ps prepare for jon who has undiagnosed autism.

[sparky-is-spiders]

Heeeeeeeey uh you remember Accountant AU? Here's a snippet I worked on instead of the Stata lab due in four hours.

Jon was more than aware of how he was perceived by most of the office. While his coworkers (and most people in general), proved themselves near daily to be mysteries which were both unsolvable and uninteresting, Jon was capable of picking up the general sentiment.

(And, when he wasn’t, listening in on gossip from coworkers who regularly seemed to forget his presence entirely more than made up the difference.)

He could tell, for example, that absolutely nobody believed that he got a migraine every single time the Annual Luncheon rolled around. And, technically, they wouldn’t be wrong. He only got a migraine when he attended. He had gone exactly once, discovered that it was mostly an excuse to gather a large amount of unpleasant-smelling food in one room while making stilted small talk, and had only been able to stomach about thirty minutes of nonsense before beating a hasty retreat. Those thirty minutes had been enough to give him an awful, pounding headache. Jon had not bothered with any luncheons since.