Beep bop like that))

Chapter 10 «Achilles' heel»

The boys were accompanied by a splendid evening on their way home. Pico was already slightly tired, while Boyfriend, on the contrary, was brimming with energy, which wasn't surprising. At home, they were greeted by a cozy and warm atmosphere, creating a sense of security. After all, home is the place where you spend a lot of time, a place where you can disconnect from the world and relax for at least 8 hours or more. Once they took off their shoes, Pico handed the box with the new phone to Boyfriend and clarified some details.

Pico: "Here you go, but before you start setting it up, listen. As you remember, I only have two rooms, so the living room is at your disposal. If you need to, you can rearrange things as you like. Just let me know if you plan to move the sofa or something. So go and have fun, while I check what's in the fridge.

Boyfriend went to unpack his phone, getting a huge dopamine boost, while Pico headed to the kitchen. His gaze fell on a small square table where he had placed the documents he received from Jessica before they went for a walk. Among all the documents lay Boyfriend's thick medical book, intriguing Pico with its information.

Pico: "(Oh, right. The medical record. I should take a look at it. After all, from this day on, I'm fully responsible for him. Damn, is it really true? God, my actions have changed so much over the past month and a half. Well, if that's the case, it's time to open this box. Maybe I'll learn something about the origin of his unusual speech.)"

An enormous amount of various records, combined with complex handwriting, posed quite a challenge. Finding an important entry, let alone deciphering it, would take time. He flipped through the pages for a while, trying not to miss a single word, until Boyfriend interrupted him.

Boyfriend: "Beep bo bep?" (Can you help me with creating an account?)

Pico: "There's nothing complicated about it. Just follow the instructions."

Boyfriend: "Skedo bo beep." (They're asking to link the account to my parents' account.)

Pico: "Hold on, did you put your real date of birth there? Why? Write any year, so that you're supposedly 18 or older now."

Boyfriend: "Beeee?" (Is that allowed?)

Pico: "Why not? It's much easier this way. Besides, you'll be fully autonomous. You're not 10 years old, and I have no desire to monitor your internet activities, know your browsing history, searches, and other junk. Who needs that?"

Boyfriend: "'kay."

The kid returned to the living room, continuing to battle with this cursed machine. It was the first time he had to create an account, connect to the network, and deal with all the initial setup when turning on a phone. But the feeling of seeing the stock system for the first time made him want to explore all the customization options, features, and functions that were abundant in the phone.

Pico: "(Hmm, okay... food poisoning... INFL... nothing unusual... Wait, what? October 2013, diagnosis based on conducted research confirms ASD and ADHD... Some psychological deviations too, if I remember correctly, Escanor mentioned these conditions when comparing mine with others... Regardless of what anyone says, all mental health conditions are not 100% curable. 

They will somehow affect you until death. Perhaps this is why he had speech problems, but I can't be sure. There's no mention of it here... Maybe if I dig deeper, I'll find something?)"

Pico continued to examine the records but didn't find anything substantial. There were mentions of the speech defect, but the cause of its appearance remained unknown.

Pico: "(Well, it's not that bad, but somehow I doubt he would have found guardians before reaching adulthood with this set of conditions. Not everyone is willing to spend time and money on someone who isn't their biological child or important to them. I think that if we make the right moves, he'll be prepared for any situation in a short time.