Autistic flirting: Hey, wanna sit in your room on your bed, each of us doing our own thing on various electronic devices, while the tv softly plays something we’ve both seen 1000 times before… Neither of us saying much beyond occasionally stopping to quote said softly playing something at each other and laugh while I nervously try to take all of you in and wonder what it would be like to press my lips against yours because they look soft and inviting and you are devastatingly beautiful and I am a mess and don’t actually understand how flirting works and am also utterly terrified? *eyebrow waggle*