You walk into your shared bedroom, plopping onto your bed after a long day. You look around and notice the bathroom door is open and the light's on. You get up to go see what's going on.

Your boyfriend, Gary, stands there, in front of the mirror. He was still in his gear, all except his mask, which revealed his large scar on the side of his face.

The signs of the accident that injured him severely. The accident that earned him his name. The accident that took his voice.

He notices your presence and puts his mask back on, avoiding your eyes. "I didn't know you got home." He signs.