Catch Me When I Fall [BxB]

Neurodivergent

When I come back to Khai's room with the weigh scale, he glances up at me, seeming somewhat worried.

"Did you have trouble finding it?" He asks.

I realize I've accidentally been gone longer than I intended to be.

"Nah..." I don't know what else to say, so I change the subject. "Wait, Khai, your floor is carpet. You can't weigh yourself on carpet."

"No? Why not?" He asks.

"Because it's kinda plush and it absorbs some of the weight. It sinks into the carpet and then you get an inaccurate reading. "

"Oh." Khai says. "How do you know that?" He asks.

"I don't know, I just do. Why would you ask that? How would that knowledge benefit you?" I want to know, bemused.

Khai shrugs and looks somewhat dejected.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not upset. But sometimes I wonder at the questions you ask." I say, chuckling softly again. 

He raises my spirits so much.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I ask them half the time, either." Khai apologizes.

"Don't worry about it, Khai."

Khai smiles and nods.

"The floor in my closet is wooden." Khai brings up in relation to our project.

I follow Khai into his closet so we can weigh ourselves.

His closest his brighter than his room, with a grayish-white floor and a misty mountain wallpaper. 

There's also a lot of shoes.

I think about Khai's mom again, and I can't shake the conversation she was having.

I don't know if I'll be able to stop thinking about it. I'm glad that the stranger left, though. 

It would be worse if Khai had overheard it.

Khai steps on the scale and I grab his arm to steady him when he almost loses his balance.

"124.7." Khai reads out loud so I can record it. 

Once he's off the scale, I step on. I'm taken aback when I find that I'm only a little heavier than Khai. 

He's such a noodle, and he's 4 inches shorter. 

Maybe I'm not as healthy as I thought I was.

"129 even." My voice holds my astonishment, and Khai writes it down. He's quiet at first.

"That's not very heavy, Ty." He pauses, looking worried. "You need to eat more. I bet your BMI is lower than it's supposed to be."

I should probably listen to him and be worried too, but instead I think about how I like it when he calls me Ty.

I'm not sure why.

"I mean, we have the data we need now to calculate our BMI's."

We head back to Khai's room, where he logs onto his laptop to begin calculating

"Ok, mine is 19.5. So I'm a healthy weight."

"Probably cause I'm making you work out." I joke. 

Khai chuckles, but doesn't break his line of focus and calculates mine next.

"No..." Khai's voice trails off. "I was right." He adds quietly.

"What is it?" I ask.

"18.0. You're underweight."