Reunion In A Restaurant In Michigan

Overload

Alfred is still recovering from his atrial fibrillation induced stroke and gets overwhelmed from too much sensory input at a welcome back party the GSA is throwing for him. Ivan helps him out.
The following chaotic GSA gays are:
*Alfred- bi bi bi 👉👉
*Ivan- gay boi 🌈
Kris- lesbian not American💋
Gilbert: panromantic pantastic beast 🐼
Nan- non binary coffee bean🌱☕
*(Fanmade) Mexico OC)Juan: token straight guy. Cisn't. Handsome trans man. 💪👫
*(Hong Kong) Leon: asexual pirate🔪🚢

Alfred POV

"HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"

"AWESOME! I LIKE YOUR SHIRT!"

"HEY ALFRED ARE YOU HAVING FUN?!"

"WHY IS HE UNDER THE TABLE?!"

Yeah....if you haven't caught on yet, I'm hiding under the table.

Let me try to describe what sensory overload feels like.

Everyone is screaming even though they're just talking normally. All the lights are burning my eyes because they're so bright. Everything is too loud. And my head hurts.

"Be quiet, da?! You're making Alfredka overwhelmed!"

"He's right, eh. Just settle down. Thanks so much, Ivan. They didn't hear me..."

"Next time we'll have a megaphone."

Ivan joins me under the table, whacking his head on a chair attempting to crawl under. He's talking so quietly in his sweet voice. "I'm too tall for this. Privyet, Alfred."

I scooch closer to him, hands still over my ears. "H-hi. You l-look l-like my b-body g-g-guard."

Ivan takes out pens and pad of paper. My motor skills haven't progressed to pencils yet. "I'd happily take that role. Kat says I'm scary when I don't smile. I don't see what she does, but whatever."

I take the pens and pad of paper. "We p-playing cha-rades?"

He smiles a little. "We could if you want to. Nyet, it's so you can write things down if talking gets to be too much."

I smile back. "Th-thanks, man. Or uh...sp-spasibo. Y-yeah."

"IVAN! ARE YOU GETTING A HAND JOB UNDER THERE?!"

I bend over, hands pressed to my ears, eyes squeezed shut.

"Hand job..." Ivan's face reddens. "As if I'd do that at a party in public!"

I'm honestly so confused. "Hand job?"

Ivan buries his face in his scarf up to his nose. "I'll explain it after doing a confessional when we get home."

"THEY'RE DOING IT KESESESE!"

Ivan sticks his head out. "ALFRED IS OVERWHELMED! TAPE YOUR MOUTHS SHUT WITH SWEETS! I'M VERY SORRY BUT PLEASE, HE NEEDS PEACE AND QUIET!"

His ass is facing me as he yells at the chaotic gays. I slap it, making him flinch and turn around with a very red face. "Alfred!"

He crawls back under the table completely, face once again partially hidden by his scarf. "Is my butt really that eye catching?"

I mischievously nod before booping his big nose. "Yes. Ivan, I think you messed up your English a bit there. Stuff their mouths shut, not tape them shut with sweets is how it's said."

He tilts his head in that puppy way. I usually internally squeal inside when he does that. But I can't feel anything. I'm overloaded to the point of not feeling anything anymore.

I'm covering my ears again. I think I'm curling in a ball now. I don't know. I can't feel anything. I can't see anything.

"Alfred, are you up for answering questions?"

I hold up one finger. Ivan understands. Somehow, his voice doesn't hurt my head. "Me and my sister, Kat, have this system where I rate how I feel from 1 to 12. One is best, 12 is very bad. How are you feeling right now?"

I think about it, a very hard thing to do as my head aches like a bitch. "Ten."

"I see. Uh...um...I brought a soft blanket."

Ivan drapes it on top of me, leaving a little hole for my face. I smile in relief as he wraps his arms around me, laying both of us on the floor. He situates us so that I'm laying on top of him, cushioned by his chest and stomach.

His fingers untangle my hair, ever so gentle. "You're safe now, Alfie."

Yeet. I used my experiences with autism to write Alfred's overload from his stroke. Yeet.