My son is flamingly Asperger’s. Brilliant, creative, depressed, and under-whateveringly society thinks bright people should do with their lives. He will talk your ear off about anything and everything including WWII Axis aircraft, Soviet weaponry, Gundam (?) figures, cats, Cthulhu (sp?), music, politics, and bad beer. But he is fantastically loyal to friends and family, he will never, ever say hurtful things about others (well, except for political a-holes, and we all do that, or ought to), and he doesn’t demand that we listen to whining.
We support him where he is, while wishing and hoping that he can maybe continue to get more balance in his life, and like you, we love him as he is and have learned to appreciate the little things.