Had one of those moments where someone in the green room was wring about something that’s a special interest of mine and I awkwardly, insistently and, I now realise, borderline aggressively corrected him.
These are the moments I hate being autistic. There was a fire in me that it was the most important thing in the world that he know he was wrong. Even though he was just making small talk.
I need to apologise immediately.