It’s not often that many noises come from Joey’s room anymore, for obvious reasons. But a sniffle? You peer inside out of pure brotherly concern and catch sight of tears on his cheek before he wipes them away. You carefully push the door further open, already wondering what the hell your father Slade did this time.

Joey looks up and shakes his head. “I’m fine.” He signs messily with his hands, his voice echoing in your mind at the same time.