Okay, this is why I think Jacob has ADHD (along with an anxiety disorder):
- He’s moving and squirming almost constantly. He’s calmed down a little as he’s seemed to get less anxious (and, given the events of Breakup, maybe also just more exhausted), but he still moves a lot and seems to need a lot of stimulation.
- His chattiness and occasional pressured speech, not to mention the way he sometimes speaks without even seeming to know what he’s going to say. He REALLY has a tendency to blurt things out.
- His wide-ranging topics of conversation and how he can switch topics very quickly but still expound upon them at length. His brain just seems to jump around a lot and he can derail pretty easily. I’m thinking of, say, the way that he starts talking about One Punch Man before catching on to the fact that his student is talking about something else he should care about more in Attack Ad.
But then his brain can also stick to one thing and proceed to jump to another just as quickly, like in “Ava vs. Superintendent” in season one when the camera comes in to him in the break room talking to the room at large about My Octopus Teacher…and then he finishes what seems to have been a full review no one was listening to, immediately hops off the counter, and correctly infers that Barbara and Melissa are in a fight.
(I like that this sticks around, because recently Ava mentioned that he talks about shows he watches at length.)
- Jacob also has difficulty with emotional regulation. Once you see it you can’t unsee it. The man’s mood changes on a dime.
- He does also just…get distracted sometimes and forget things/do thoughtless things in response, like when he admits that buying two of the same condiment was a genuine mistake each and every time (which does not seem to be a lie considering that he keeps digging himself deeper anyway), or in Principal’s Office where he takes a sip of Gregory’s coffee without thinking.
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So I made this post -> x and now that I think about it…. I don’t think Mav has ever slept alone in that bed
The thing is… they were together when they got the house, sure, technically it was under Ice’s name, and Mav still had his apartment, but it was theirs, they chose it together, they walked through the door together. The house was beautiful, it was one of those houses that Pete would pass on the street when he was a kid and think about what kind of fancy people lived there, people fancier than him that’s for sure, they had seen it before but now, all done and ready to welcome them, it was amazing, Pete was almost overwhelmed, trying to catch his breath while also trying to take on every little detail around him. Ice quietly wrapped his arms around him from behind, leaning in to kiss his neck “You like it?” Pete let out a laugh “Like it? I love it” he turned around to look at him “I love you” Ice picked him up as if he didn’t weight anything, fucker, and carried him all the way up the stairs, he opened the door to their bedroom, their bedroom, and he carefully dropped Mav on their bed, it was sweet, and domestic, and everything that Mav never thought he would ever get to have. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there’s that little red light that is constantly reminding him that he needs to be careful with this, no one can actually know, but at that moment it didn’t matter, they were alone, in their bed, in their room, in their house. They were there together from day one.
Everyone fights, they’ve fought many times over the years, but they’ve never slept in separate beds after a fight, it never mattered how angry and frustrated they were, it’s their bed. There was one time, it was a long time ago, Mav can’t even remember what they were fighting about, something stupid for sure, something that just got a bit out of hand, whatever it was it was bad enough to make Ice slam the door as he left the house in the middle of the night, Mav stood there frozen for a second, he slowly grabbed a cushion from the couch and screamed into it, he sank to his knees as he let out all his tears and frustration, he eventually walked back to their bedroom, he stood at the door for a while, just staring at the bed, Ice wasn’t back, he thought about it but it just felt weird, it felt wrong, lonely, so he grabbed a blanket and made his way to the couch, it was a very nice couch, still not good enough to sleep through the whole night, but he was not gonna sleep in their bed alone. He does wake up there though, wrapped in Ice’s arms, Ice was awake, half awake at least, just running his fingers up and down Mav’s spine, taking in the warmth of the morning sun, Mav snuggled closer and whispered “I’m sorry” right into his neck, Ice kissed his head and nodded “I know, I’m sorry too, we’ll talk about it later” much, much later.
Mav never slept in their bed when Ice was out for work, he tried, he really did, but he can’t, it’s a whole thing, he rolls around for hours, he looks at the ceiling, he reaches over to Ice’s side only to find nothing there, at least in the couch he can get a few hours of sleep. When Bradley moved in with them Mav never considered that it might be weird for him to see Mav sleeping in the couch, it was a bit of a habit by now, so when Bradley wakes him up one day and asks “why are you sleeping in the couch? your bed is really really big” Mav realizes that he’s never had to explain this to anyone “well… I guess I’m just not used to sleeping alone in that bed” and that’s it. That night, as Mav is walking to the couch, he’s intercepted by Bradley, the kid takes his hand and leads him straight back to his bedroom, they get inside the bed and he says goodnight, he doesn’t let go of his hand until the next morning. It still takes him a few hours to fall asleep but it’s better than the couch.
The first time Ice gets sick Mav never wants to leave his side, he never wants to waste a second, except at night, that’s when he struggles the most, he lets Ice fall asleep next to him and then he leaves. He’s not sure why he does it, that’s actually a lie, there’s just a lot going on, he doesn’t want to disturb Ice, he doesn’t want Ice to hear him cry, he doesn’t want Ice to worry about him, to comfort him, he shouldn’t, Mav isn’t the one that has fucking cancer, Mav shouldn’t be causing problems. After a while it becomes obvious that he’s not sleeping very well, I’ve noticed, of course he does, but he also knows that this won’t really be solved with a conversation, so I’ve wraps his arms around him, Mav is taken by surprise, he was still waiting for Ice to fall asleep, they haven’t done this in a while, he’s been avoiding this, mostly because he just wants Ice to rest, but when Ice kisses his forehead and whispers “You’re gonna hurt your back, old man, just stay here, it’ll be ok” he understands that he can’t let Ice in their bed alone either.
They come back alive, Mav lives but then it hits him… Ice is dead. The house was already a struggle, so quiet and and big and lonely, he walks through the hallways and everything reminds him of Ice, but the moment he walks into their bedroom he looses it, it’s just as Ice would’ve left it on any normal day, it’s painful because his glasses are on his nightstand but no one’s there to wear them, and his book will be left unfinished, and his pajamas will be folded for god knows how long , and Ice is never going to step inside that room again. He sleeps on the couch, well, sleeps is an overstatement, he closed his eyes for a few minutes and the sun suddenly came up, his back hurts, his eyes hurt, his heart is broken but he will not sleep on that bed.
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