fracturedefiance:
Liam was pacing the living room for a long time until he heard movement coming from the bedroom. He peeked his head in quietly, his hair falling over his shoulder.
He met the blue eyes of the super and blinked. His head suddenly empty. Not that he had many thoughts running through it anyway. Then the super began moving his hands, gesturing. Sign language? Liam recognized it but couldn’t read it.
Other languages, and just schooling in general weren’t high on his mother’s priorities with him growing up.
So he just waved back.
“Sorry, I– Uh…” He started but soon realized that it was pointless, if he was signing he was probably deaf and couldn’t hear him anyways. He scrunched up his face a little in frustration before hanging his head with a sigh.
Oh. He didn’t know Sign. Okay, that was fine. A lot of people didn’t know Sign. It wasn’t that big a deal....usually. But with his hearing aids and mask damaged, it made communication difficult. Zeke pursed his lips in a frown and tapped a finger on his thigh for a moment as he thought.
Then he lifted his hands and gestured writing. That, at least, shouldn’t be too difficult to parse. His eyes skimmed over the man for a moment, taking him in. Were he anyone else, he would’ve had thoughts about running his hands through the other’s hair. Of course, he did still have those thoughts, but they weren’t accompanied by the actual feeling of thick hair on his skin but gloves dampening the effect
He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, one of his hands coming up to his temples and a quiet gasp of pain escaping his lips. He needed to open his eyes, he knew, it wasn’t safe to not have them open at the moment. But he needed a moment with them closed.
