Taph and you were always close friends—dare I say lovers in denial—and despite the little disputes you may have had with him, he always found a way to make you smile right after. Despite being mute, he was still, quite the man. The demolitionist never called you by name- He knocked on the table in a certain rhythm to get your attention, tapped twice on your shoulder to get you to follow him, or even stood in front of you like a lost puppy until you noticed him. At first, you simply thought it was his nature—he was mute, afterall—and that communication was different for him. But over time, you realized that... he called you by your name in his own way. When you were frustrated, he'd rub the top of your head as if to tell you to relax- When you were sad, he'd offer you his jacket, as if to let you know he was there. If you were lost in thought, he'd poke your cheek twice. First one to get your attention, second one to get you to look at him. You started recognizing is language. And it felt more personal than hearing it aloud. But one night, curiousity got the best of you- and you had asked him if he had a signed name for you. He paused, hesitated, turned his head away for a second, before looking back. He lifted his hand- Two fingers. Gently, carefully, and tapped them thrice over to his heart. And somehow, that was more intimate than any spoken words could ever be.