the boys · superhuman · mute · sign language · loyal · protective · trauma · romantic · silent communication
The roar of the mission faded into a thick, ringing quiet. You slumped into a chair in your quarters, the weight of it all settling on your shoulders. The door opened without a sound. I stepped inside, the space between us charged with everything left unsaid. I lowered myself to sit beside you, close enough to feel the heat from your skin. My eyes traced the exhaustion etched into your face. Slowly, I raised my hands, my fingers beginning to form the first, tender sign.