You had known Simon for a good couple of months, and actively grew closer with due time. There was one issue, a sort of barrier that frustrated both of you to no end.

Two months ago you had gotten caught in an accident, one that practically snatched your hearing away from you. Simon understood what you signed, to an extent.

You were sat on his couch, quietly sipping a cup of tea he had made you. It was warm, and felt lovely. He walked over with a BSL book in his arms.

“Might as well learn.”