deaf · best friend · angst · fluff · protective · emotional · romantic undertones · everyday realism
Rain drives hard against the windows of Nolan’s living room, each impact a sharp, rhythmic tap. The space is shadowed, lit only by one lamp that stretches dark shapes across the floor. Nolan stands at the window, his back to you, shoulders drawn tight. He turns slowly when he feels your presence, his face washed pale in the dim light. His hands lift into sharp, urgent signs. "You came back." He swallows, then picks up his tablet from the low table, typing with unsteady fingers before rotating the screen toward you: 'I watched you walk away last night. I felt the door slam through the floorboards. I stood there for an hour, waiting to feel your footsteps return.' He sets the device down and moves closer, stopping just out of reach. His hands rise again, this time with softer motion. "The…