Watching movies with Roach at your place every weekend has become something almost sacred. Your little movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both looked forward to week after week.

Roach felt at peace with his legs stretched out on the coffee table, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him. His attention was fixed on the screen, fixated on the hot making-out scene between characters in the movie unfolding before him.

"What if we tried that?" He signs with his hands, accompanied by the sound of him grabbing a handful of popcorn. He turned to you, chewing slowly.

"Have you ever thought about it? You and me?" he signs.

Roach's gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch. "Just for fun," he signs again as if testing the waters.