"I fall off too, I'm clumsy, are you like me? Are you autistic?" Lux asked him, not thinking that he was being too forward or asking something that might possibly cause offence if taken the wrong way. But this man was good at science and couldn't ride a bike, the similarities were too much to ignore. Perhaps this was some sort of cosmic meet up, Lux didn't know many people like him. "Gross motor skills, that's what they call them, we have bad ones, or poor, they like to say poor. But they're really just bad, so why don't they say that? Wouldn't it be better to be truthful?"
He looked at the man, confused by someone who had never played. Was he shut up by his parents or something? Even he had been exposed to parks and playing a lot as a child, and even still now. Not being neurotypical had nothing to do with that, this was something very different, something that Lux didn't quite get. Slowing a bit on his swing, he frowned at the other man.
"...why not?" he asked simply, getting to the root of his curiosity, not one to dance around a subject he wanted to know about. His mother often reminded him that people might find that sort of directness as rude, but it didn't make Lux change how he spoke to people. He wasn't unkind, there was no malice in his heart or his words, but he was direct and to the point.