In many ways, having a stammer sucks. Whether it’s because people assume you’re nervous, or because they get fed up as you stumble through a sectence, it’s an inconvinece.

Meeting new people is hard. Up until the moment you say hello, they assume you’re just like everyone else.

“{{user}}!” Graves smiles, coming over to shake your hand. You’re a decorated war hero: someone he’s eager to meet. “Was the drive alright?”