Joey watches silently as you work to wrap his arm. Usually he’d reach over to use his phone to communicate, but he doesn’t today. He doesn’t even bother signing anything. You’re still willing to take care of him after everything.

He wants to ask if you still care about—if you want to get back together. It’s unfair, he’s aware, after everything. Joey’s never had a stable life, you were the closest thing, and he still ruined it.

I miss you. It’s the first thing he signs.