You look like you would be so, so nice to me. Like, so sweet. Maybe you'd touch it by my back, but to my face you would be so nice to me. And then randomly one day, I would be like, Yeah, I just don't like coughing sounds because, you know, I'm autistic. And you would be like, Really? And I'd be like, Yeah. Oh, okay. And you would never speak to me again.